S.P.E.L.T (Completed ✅️)

house of horrors♣️

I stood outside Emra's house, the wind whipping through my hair as the sky darkened above.

Clouds rumbled, mirroring the chaos inside me.

The rain began to drizzle, each drop colder than the last, soaking me through as if nature itself wanted me to turn back but I pushed myself forward, knowing Yeonjun and the others were counting on me, I put the earpiece on and walked through the overgrown grass towards the back of the house, where the kitchen entrance would be.

I couldn't help but feel like a little girl again-helpless, lost, and so unsure of herself.

This wasn't just about a house or a secret. It was about everything I had been avoiding.

The loneliness, the pain of not feeling enough, and the confusing feelings I had for Taehyung, a man wrapped in mystery and manipulation. What was real anymore?

My mind drifted back to the storm of emotions , the years of self-doubt, always feeling on the outside, always searching for something to fill the void. Maybe that was why I'd been drawn to Emra and her world in the first place. There was something magnetic, almost hypnotic about it. And Taehyung...

I paused at the kitchen door, feeling the rain begin to pour harder now.

there was no time to break down. Not here. Not now.

I pulled out the tool Jake had given me, fingers trembling as I worked it on the lock. The sound of the mechanism clicking open barely registered in my mind.

This wasn't just about breaking into a house. It was about breaking into the truth. And that terrified me more than anything.

With a shaky breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
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I pushed open the door, the hinges creaking as I stepped inside.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I could barely hear the sound over the rumble of the storm outside. To my surprise, the house was nothing like I'd seen before.

It was old. Really old. The walls were cracked and covered in grime, the once-polished wooden floors now warped and dust-covered. The room was dim, illuminated only by the weak light filtering through the grimy windows.

The elegant, vintage style I had admired during my previous visits was nowhere to be found.

Instead, the place looked like a forgotten ruin, abandoned for decades.

The once-fancy decor was now nothing more than rotting furniture and cobwebs. I was shocked. It was as if Emra had cast a spell on me, making me see something far grander than what actually existed.

I hesitated in the doorway, my mind racing.

Had Emra enchanted me into believing the house was beautiful and pristine? The stark contrast was almost overwhelming.

The storm outside seemed to echo my inner turmoil, and the realization hit me hard.

I took a deep breath and stepped further inside, trying to push past the unease settling in my stomach. I needed to focus. This was a chance to find the truth, to uncover whatever secrets lay hidden here.

As I moved through the dusty rooms, I carefully avoided making any noise, my eyes scanning for anything that might give me a clue. Every step seemed to bring me closer to the heart of the mystery, but the eerie silence and decay were beginning to weigh heavily on me.

The house, now clearly showing its true state, was a chilling reminder of how deceptive appearances could be.

I pressed the Bluetooth earpiece closer to my ear, trying to steady my breathing as I moved through the dilapidated house. The storm outside continued to rage, thunder rumbling in the distance. I could hear Yeonjun's voice crackling through the earpiece.