Teeshah

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There is the loud breathing which ghosts the surface of their skin, then sobbing coming from the kitchen before thudding is heard from upstairs in one of the bedrooms. The temperature of the living room has dropped dramatically and the boys shiver while squeezing as closely to each other as they can. In just a few seconds, the sounds diminish, the man's breath in front of them disappearing as does his presence, the woman sobbing abruptly stops and there is no more thudding upstairs. The far away lamp turns on and the temperature increases to where it usually is. The boys slowly one by one open their eyes, gulping in deep breaths,  a few of their eyes glassy. Not one of them have the heart to speak and they are once again reminded that not just one, but many people died in this haunted house. They glance at each other and Minseok is the first to shakily stand up, looking across the floor to see shards of plastic laying a few metres from it, but oddly arranged in a circle around said torch. The two batteries are stood up, just outside of the circle. There are two heaps of hot fragmented glass from the light bulbs bursting, which had only been replaced about a month and a half prior to the event.

The next morning arrives and still nobody has spoken, large eye bags hanging below everybody's eyes as they sluggishly get ready for work. Sehun with heavy lidded eyes opens the fridge and grabs the carton of orange juice, but is so tired that when he tries to pour it into his glass, he misses and a puddle spreads across the glass dining table, dripping off the edges and onto the floor. He groans at his mistake but Junmyeon puts up a hand, silently telling the younger that he would clean it up. Jongin heads off to work his shift at the local café, Jongdae and Sehun leave to go to university, Baekhyun goes to the market and Junmyeon, Yixing and Minseok go to their respective jobs, Minseok working at a daycare, Yixing as a till attendant in a supermarket and Junmyeon goes to auto repair store. Once again, Chanyeol and Kyungsoo are left alone.
"That's it! We are not staying here!" Chanyeol grabs his wallet, the smaller's hand and goes to the front door, picking out both of their shoes from the tidy closet and pulling them on. He quickly checks that he has enough money, the shopping list that Minseok left on the counter and the house keys before locking the door. The two head off into town to take their minds off things even if only for a little while.

Minseok returns home first, jabbing his silver key into the keyhole and shoves the door open.  His eyes instantly widen at the sight he is met with. The entire shoe cupboard has been emptied out, all of them lying on the floor in the hallway. The board that was used to hold up their keys as well as write important information on has been knocked off the wall, the cork board split into two. He walks further into the house and sees that in the living room, every lamp has been knocked over, but the shards have once again been arranged into a larger circle in the centre of the carpet. The coffee table drawers had been removed and flung against the wall, large splinters of wood from the drawers now resting against the wall, the drawers' contents spelled on the floor surrounding the glass circle. The television is also smashed, laying on its side on the floor while the screen buzzes. He is almost scared to walk into the kitchen, eyes brimming with tears and fingers trembling. He gasps when he sees every cupboard in the kitchen open, all of the China plates and bowls shattered on the floor. The rack above the island that held all of the pots and pans lays on the floor and every cupboard door is open, tins and packets of food laying in heaps on the floor.  The cutlery tray has also been emptied, the silver utensils gleaming against spilled pasta shells, spices and pasta sauce. He breaks down and that's when it hits him. There might've been an intruder. And his friends were in the house. His eyes widen and he panics, feeling sick to his stomach.

"Chanyeol! Kyungsoo!" He screeches, bolting up the stairs. He bursts open all of the doors, becoming increasingly upset and distraught as he passes each room, all of them in the same state, items everywhere, beds a mess. However, when he gets to his room, nothing has been touched. He slowly and cautiously steps in, gazing around himself, eyes wide with alert. The door suddenly slams behind him and he jumps about a foot in the air in fright. After quickly recovering, he sprints to the door and tries to turn the doorknob but despite there being no lock, the door won't budge. Someone or something is holding it shut. The temperature of the room dips and that's when he knows- it wasn't a person who did this. He looks around himself frantically and sees a man sitting on Kyungsoo's bed, face looking down at the floor. He wears clothing from the early 1800s, dark beige and brown colours more for warmth than fashion. His large black boots tap on the floor when the man swings his legs slightly. Minseok stands petrified, struggling to breathe a little. He hears another set of footsteps from behind him, much lighter signifying that whoever this is, is a woman. She is also tall, only a couple inches smaller than himself. She grasps his wrist tightly, causing him to jump due to the freezing temperature of her hands. With wide eyes, he slowly turns around and sees the woman in front of him, eyes stern and looking directly into his. Her mouth seems to move to speak words but he can't hear. Can't hear at all. The man appears behind the woman and instantly she vanishes, a concerned look on her face. The man looms over Minseok, at the very least a few inches taller than Chanyeol. His breathing accelerates and so does his heart rate. His knees become jelly and he falls to the ground still conscious, fingers trembling as the man also crouches down to his height, his lips curling into a terrifying smirk.
"Scared are we? You have not a clue of the power that we - all of us - behold." The accent is odd and Minseok struggles to hear over the sound of his own heart rate, however just before the man starts another sentence after his short spiel, Minseok's eyes roll into the back of his head and he slumps against the floor, his head narrowly missing the chest of drawers. He fails to hear the man's obnoxious snort before he disappears also.

Chanyeol and Kyungsoo arrive perhaps a half hour later, to find the house in the same state as the eldest had found it, but what is odd is that when they get to the kitchen, their friend Minseok is sitting at the table having a cup of tea. Minseok despises tea and refuses to drink it. When they sit down across from him and ask what has happened, he sighs exasperatedly before giving them an odd answer.
"I am not completely sure of what happened, but what I can be sure of and tell you, is that this, is only the beginning." He faces away from them and the two glance at each other, eyes narrowed and it doesn't take a genius to work out that something is very wrong. Minseok however catches this, and slams his hand so hard on the table that they hear the creak of the glass and the shatter of the mug of tea that flew from the table to the floor. The oldest male stands up, eyes glaring holes into the two and leans slowly across the table, causing them to lean away against the backs of their seats.
"You shall not think wrongly of me. You shall not think to defy me, understood?" His menacing voice is raised and causes the hair on the back of Chanyeol's and Kyungsoo's necks to stand erect and a shiver to shoot through their spines. They nod and look at the table, afraid of the older. Minseok smirks and picks up the shattered mug, placing it into the trash can.
"Clean up the house." He demands, flipping to the next page of the book he has been trying to read.

Hey guys, I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter. Also, what do you think has happened to Minseok? What will happen when all of the boys return home? Will Minseok's anger be unleashed? I hope that you are all doing well and I will update soon. Bye my peanut butter cookies 🍪❤️

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