Book 1: Seven Demons' Sins (BTS FanFiction)

Episode 2: Demons and I

~T W O: Demons and I~

665th year.

H A N U L

For as long as I could remember, I never trusted anyone who told me hell was fake.

Because they're liars.

That being said, I wasn't speaking from a religious perspective either.

Hell is real. And we are all just living in it. That punishment doesn't come after death for some of us. It meets us before that—as we are living.

I would have never guessed that my own mother who I could see and touch in the flesh would actually be a dead soul wandering around me for 7 years.

For longer than I have known, my eyes saw what everyone else couldn't see lurking in the shadows---demons and souls. I know. It sounds insane. After all, I'm a psychology major and I observe "insanity" every day. I know what real insanity is and what I see is definitely real and not a figure of my imagination.

"But it's true. They exist all around us and no one would even guess they actually exist. It's a little sad that they're roaming here, alone. Unable to pass on. Even now, I see that soul crawling up your back, but you wouldn't know that."

"STOP IT!" She screamed and turned around, of course facing nothing as she flailed away from me. Too bad she really couldn't see the sickly looking ghost staring back at her.

"Hey, I didn't mean to frighten you too much, but I'm not doing this to scare you. I'm just being honest..." I mumbled, looking away from my persistent bully. And I really did mean every single word I said.

I smirked, "...about the fact that there was something there, of course."

"Y-you're a freak! You're crazy and weird, don't talk to me again! Fucking loser!" She ran out of the deserted lecture hall, cussing me out along the way. She didn't even bother to close the door behind her.

By now, I was used to people like her though. At least she won't bother me again. Hopefully, if she's smart enough.

Still, I haven't made a single friend yet and it's my junior year at Divinity University. With her notorious big mouth in play, she probably won't keep it shut with the "she sees ghosts, oh my god what a weirdo" story. This ultimately means, no chance of making friends this year. Again.

I silently bit down on my salami sandwich that I had sloppily put together for lunch this morning, enjoying it quite peacefully. Now that she was gone I had the whole lecture hall to myself. What a perfectly amazing day, birds chirping, sun shining---actually it wasn't going so perfectly.

My sandwich dropped on the foil with a scraping sound as I lifted my hands to cover my eyes. My heart had almost stopped when I saw a girl's--no a ghost's cracked face grinning back into my eyes from the spaces between my fingers.

My lips trembled, forming words in a whisper: "Go away."

"Ooh! You can see me?" She giggled, swooshing around me.

"Leave! I can't see anyone!" Why did she have to look so terrifying for? Why did these ghosts actually have to look like rotting corpses? They really should advocated for a more presentable face rather than being so persistent in haunting the living! "G-Go away! You stupid fly!" I weakly swatted the air with a horrible display of pretending I didn't see her.

"Let's play! Huh? Huh? Let's play!" Her voice echoed and gradually got deeper. I opened my eyes with urgency and saw her form shifting to one of those.