In Another's Shoes.

Crimson Cries from the Silence

Chapter 23: ( your pov)

As we approached the girl's house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over me. The old woman's words echoed in my mind, warning me of the bad luck that surrounded this place. Yet, despite my apprehension, I couldn't turn back now.

I'm Fading Away Slowly And You Aren't Even Noticing... Moon Y/n is fading away.

Soobin led me towards the way with a little nervousness, his steps were steady yet a little uneasy. But for me ? with each step we took, the unease in my heart was growing too.

Soobin: Here we are.

His voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I found myself standing before the girl's house, a sense of foreboding settling over me like a dark cloud.

Y/n: Thank you, Soobin.

I forced a smile, trying to push aside the fear that gnawed at my insides.

Soobin: Are you sure you want to go in, Noona?

His concern was genuine, and for a moment, I was tempted to confide in him, If I should go inside or not ? I kept thinking about it, I couldn't bring myself to make a decision, I was so confused, One part of me wanted to shout at him and tell him I was not his Aaira noona, and i don't wanna play this role anymore, but i cannot do it, not when the truth could shatter the fragile peace we had found.

Y/n: Yes, I'll be fine. Thank you for your help.

Soobin nodded, but the worry in his eyes remained.

Soobin: If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'll wait for you out here.

I nodded, grateful for his offer, and stepped through the doorway into the dimly lit interior of the house.

The air inside was heavy with dust and neglect, I cough and cough as the dust particles started to enter my throat. I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine as I gazed around the deserted rooms. The furniture was covered in sheets, and cobwebs hung from the corners of the ceiling, casting eerie shadows across the walls.

I made my way through the silent halls, my footsteps echoing in the emptiness. Every creak of the floorboards sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.

As I ventured further into the house, the oppressive silence seemed to weigh down on me even more. The darkness seemed to close in around me, suffocating me with its presence. But amidst the stillness, I started to hear something—a faint giggling, like the tinkling of bells, echoing through the empty halls.

It was followed by the sound of footsteps, light and hurried, as if someone were playing a game of hide and seek. My heart began to race as the giggles grew louder, reverberating in the back of my mind. I couldn't ignore it any longer; the voice was too real, too vivid.

Suddenly, I found myself crouching on the ground, hands clasped tightly over my ears, trying to block out the sound. But it was no use. The voice continued to call out, clear and unmistakable—a child's voice, calling for her father.

I started crying sitting on the floor, both my hands were covering my ears, I started to shout.

Y/n: Stop! Please Stop ! It's giving me a headache stop ?

I wonder if it's because that old woman said this house is cursed, or if it's because she said we get a bad luck.

As the giggles and footsteps continued to echo through the house, the lights began to flicker ominously, casting strange shadows across the walls. Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation wash over me, as if I were being pulled back in time. The air seemed to ripple around me, and before I knew it, I was standing in a different era, watching as a young girl ran towards her father with outstretched arms.