Compared to other nights, this one was silent. Baekhyun hadn't taken over the TV room and the neighbours weren't fussing over his loud fits of laughter.
However it was the first Saturday night I had been alone for in a while and the eery silence made me curl up into the blanket even more.
Yet my thoughts didn't lie with my decomposing husband, no, they lied with Kyungsoo.
When I had originally gone to see him that night I wasn't sure what I was meant to be expecting. Was I truly expecting him to be dead when I got home? No. Did I really expect it to work when Kyungsoo agreed? Of course not.
Kyungsoo had warned me of side effects, each of which he explained rather briefly.
Ignore his presence. I had already been plagued with his ghost's hateful gaze, the spirit that laid beside me each night.
Don't spare Baekhyun a thought. It was easier said than done. Everywhere I looked, something of his remained, his memory lurked in the air itself. I couldn't even look at myself without seeing him standing behind me, placing his two hands on my waistline.
Do not let him in. This commandment had me doing double takes. The spirit was already here, Confusion clouded over my every thought. Baekhyun was dead and buried six feet under, he was no longer a threat.
However the doorbell rang through the sudden silence and as if on routine, I waited for Baekhyun to answer. He told me never to open the door. It was when the bell rang again that my daze washed over my being and left me lonely.
I hesitantly stepped towards the door, placing my eye to the peephole only to match darkness. Whoever it was had their hand over the peephole, they didn't want me to see who they were.
Slipping my hand around the knob, I slammed the door open only to be met with nightmare fuelled sight.
Don't open the door for him.
Baekhyun looked the same as I had last saw him, when he was being lowered into the ground. However this time his hair was much more disheveled and his skin was flaking like a face mask. His cheeks remained red as he grinned devilishly at me, creeping his decomposing hand over the remainder of the door before taking a step closer to me.
I was rooted to the floor, eyes wide and mouth agape. What happened to 'Kill Byun Baekhyun?!' I wanted him permanently dead, not on a holiday in the afterlife.
"Oh angel, you've been up to some mischief haven't you?"
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