The Park of Oblivion

final : "desperation"

"Come at me, you motherfucking bitches!"

A huge swing towards the door; then another swing again.

Still, it had no effect, and every single thing to break the door is already done and all of them failed. He growls out of frustration, the baseball bat on his hands gripped tightly.

"You asked for it, Kim Jongdae."

He turns around.

"You asked for it."

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The dry leaves fall. It's a moment of sentiment; everyone looks back at a bad memory sadly. Jongdae sighs about his career as a writer who's going downhill even if he just started. He has published five books over the past three years, yet it never even became a bestseller; hell, not even the bookworms heard of it.

His coffee gets cold, but Jongdae does not care, he's just sad on how things are going low for him whereas his friends are doing good on their lives as of the moment.

Kim Jongdae dreams to be a writer, for the horror and mystery genre. Not the fictional scares and effects, but realistic events that happen. Sadly, it just does not work because he hasn't even had a real ghost encounter. Unfortunately, he doesn't have a third eye to see any spiritual being.

All of his works were purely fictional and it's not even what he wanted. He wanted some spiritual encounter, he was desperate. Like a fucking miracle will happen, he just sat down there, tapping the cup that contained his hot chocolate.

"Are you waiting for somebody?"

He looks up to see a girl, with short blonde hair and a smile that held no bad intention. She's dressed in red, but it just made her look like she came back from a grand party; she even put Jongdae's hobo-like outift to shame. "Not at all, you may sit down." Jongdae says calmly, and the girl says her thanks before sitting down on the chair across from him.

She ordered a strawberry milkshake, her hand playing around with the straw. "I know a place where you can see real ghosts." Jongdae's ears perk up, his eyes widening at the girl who seems unfazed with his reaction. "It's somewhere in Daegu, but I forgot the name of the place; but it's quite risky to go there."

"Why is that?" Jongdae asks, his feet itching to go out, pack his bags and leave for Daegu to go to the place. The girl looks at him, a dark gaze. She refuses to speak about it, so she settles on sipping from the straw. Jongdae's gaze was hard, begging through his eyes that he needed an answer to his question, so the girl crossed her arms. "There's a rumor about that place saying that once you get in there, you can't get out. What's worse is that the people who enter there will never be remembered by their loved ones."

Why should I be worried of entering there when no one doesn't even acknowledge me?

Jongdae nods, the warmth on his mug no longer present and as he's about to tell the girl that he'll pay for the two of them as an act of gratitude, she was no longer there in the chair right in front of him.

Daegu.

He tries to find the place in the internet, the speed of his fingers as fast as lightning as he types horrific tourist spots in Daegu and one place shows up. He clicks the image, and Jongdae thought that this might be the place that the girl said about earlier.

The Park of Oblivion.

Jongdae reads the contents to himself in silence, and he feels the cold breeze gracing the curtains by the window. He turns to the window and he sees nothing, but he starts to shiver. Nonetheless, he still continues to read more until he feels a cold hand press on his shoulder and that's when he swings his chair around, but seeing nothing at all.