seori felt her heart thumping in her chest like a bass drum as she shone her flashlight around the empty, dark chapel.
she couldn't believe this was happening. stupid truth or dare. she was stupid for even agreeing to it. she knew her friends would pull something like this. stupid seori. stupid, stupid, stupid!
each second ticked by like it had been an hour. she had to keep listening to the little squeaky voice in her head as it reassured her with all of the strength it had as she stepped forward.
it's just five minutes, seori. and it doesn't matter anyways! ghosts aren't real.
they aren't real.
they aren't real...
the tall grandfather clock against the wall ticked by loudly, the sound ringing in her ears as she looked around with her wide, terrified eyes. she cleared her throat, before placing the tip of her index finger on the hard oak wood of the clock.
"th-the spirit of nari the night-roamer... i call you forth to hear your story." she said, the shakiness in her voice making it sound almost inaudible when she spoke.
a second passed.
then two.
then three.
nothing.
a sigh of relief passed her lips as he brought her hand down to her side, looking around the chapel. maybe this place wasn't so scary after all. it was actually... quite pretty when she got a proper look.
pfft. a ghost. she was just being silly.
a small smile of triumph came to her face. maybe she had finally gotten over her fear
and then, the sound of a chair scraping against the hardwood floors, followed by a disembodied scoff coming from the shadows.
"nari the night-roamer... you humans are getting more and more creative, aren't you?" a low, masculine voice muttered under his breath.
never mind. her fear was definitely justified.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 || park sunghoon ff.
Hayran Kurgu----------------------- 🔅 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - baek seori falls in love with the demon haunting her art camp. 🌙 -----------------------
