The Case of Park Jimin

Chapter 13

The date went great, if you count the amount of times Jimin randomly stopped to give me a quick peck. The way back to the asylum felt strange though, Jimin was tense and wouldn't even look at me.

He simply couldn't take his eyes off the empty backseat of my car.

It made me nervous, but then again I knew there was nothing there, so what did I have to worry about? Absolutely nothing.

It's not like Mina is real, she can't physically hurt anyone, but that doesn't explain Jimin's scratches from the "twins". No, I'm not going to argue with myself over this, especially not with Jimin right next to me.

I pulled up to the front of the asylum and he looked at me with the biggest smile on his face, "Hey, Alyson, I didn't make this for me, I made it for you" he said as he shyly handed me the bear he made on our date. I smiled at him as I grabbed the bear out of his hands, and then reached in the backseat and handed him my bear, "I think he will be much happier with you Jimin" I said and he giggled.

He glanced in the backseat and frowned, his head started twitching slightly, I tilted my head to the side before he looked back at me. "What's wrong" I asked and he threw me a smile, "nothing, just thought I saw someone I knew".

Dr. Seokjin came out and waited for Jimin to come inside, he offered me a huge smile, which I returned as Jimin hesitantly walked away from the car. I glanced at the time, and I sighed, my shift was over twenty minutes ago. I guess Jimin and I lost track of time.

The drive back to my house was strange, I could feel hostility in my car, perhaps thats just me. I feel like I'm being watched, and its driving me crazy, not to mention paranoid.

I pulled up in front of my house and instantly felt much better the second I got out of the car. Only got the nasty, achy feeling to follow me out of the car and into my house. Bella, my dog, instantly ran up to me barking and shaking, practically beating my leg with her tail.

"Hi baby" I said and scratched her head slightly before walking upstairs, and into my bedroom, placing the bear on the center of my bed before walking back into the hallway and into my bathroom. I felt sticky from the day out in the sun, and I was in desperate need of a shower. The warm water felt great on my sweaty skin, but getting soap in my eyes didn't. I reached out of the shower to get a towel to wipe my eyes, when I saw the shadow of someone from underneath the bottom crack of the bathroom door.

I froze and got out of the shower quietly, without shutting off the water. I quickly got dressed in my tank top and shorts, my heart racing so fast I thought it was going to stop. I watched the shadow standing there for a moment, for a second I thought that my paranoia got to me and I'm just seeing things, until the shadow moved and walked away from the door.

I heard the floor creaking beneath someone as they walked down the stairs, and I turned off the water, this person doesn't know that I know they are here, if I can just get to the phone near the stairs then I'll be fine. Ill have to wait until the police get there but I'll be fine.

Hopefully.

I opened the door slowly, looking down the hallway, both ways before slowly moving down the hallway towards the phone that rest on a table near the top of the stairs. I cursed the creators of this house, for not making the floors less creaky. Every step I take sounds like thunder following lighting to me.

I gripped the phone and put it up to my ear, hearing the familiar sound of buzzing from the phone right before you call someone. I peaked down the stairs slightly, seeing the shadow move into the kitchen.

I quickly dialed 911, what felt like a century later a woman picked up. "911, whats your emergency?" , I gripped the desk tightly with one hand "someone is in my house" I whispered, and I hated myself for not being a quiet whisperer. "Are you sure?" The woman asked and I held back from rolling my eyes, this was not the time to be childish. "Yes, im sure, I saw their shadow moving around and I heard them go down my stairs" I whispered and then the woman began typing.

"Okay, stay calm, I need your address" she said and I quickly gave it to her, while peaking down the stairs again. I couldn't see them anymore. "I'm sending officers right now" she said right before a loud crash and a yelp was heard in my living room, and only one thought ran through my mind.

Bella.

"I have to go, tell the officers to hurry" I said , not waiting for her obvious protests. I grabbed a silver candle stick from off the desk and slowly went downstairs.

Why am I doing this?

Because that dog means everything to me, she is all I have left of my mother.

The second I stepped on the last step, Bella ran to me, her tail tucked between her hind legs, limping.

Someone had kicked her.

Now, I'm pissed.

I pointed upstairs and Bella instantly ran upstairs, good thing mom had her trained as a puppy, but not as a protection dog. I walked over to the living room door before yanking it open, holding up my candle stick, ready to beat the crap out of anyone in sight, only for it to be empty.

I frowned, before moving to the door that connected the living room to the kitchen, again, it was empty.

Did they leave?

Creaking caught my ear, nope they didn't leave, Bella is all the way upstairs, probably under my bed, the only part of the house that creaks like that is the stairs and the hallway. But how did they get upstairs, without me seeing them.

I rushed, quietly, over to the stairs  looking up, only catching a glimpse of their shadow. I walk up the stairs, not caring if they hear it or not, slowly, a medium sized tennis shoe came into view, a little foggy but I blame it on the soap in my eye.

Connected to the shoe, was what looked like a moldy dress, light grey and covered it small white designs, like a Sunday dress you would wear to church. Pale skin was under it, grayish just like the dress. But her hair, it made me stop in my tracks.

It was floating, it wasn't static floating, but soaking wet and moving like it was still submerged under water. When I trailed my eyes down to her face, I was horrified, her face was just as rotted as her dress. Bugs crawling out of her eyes and nose, her skin had sunken in on itself, clinging to the bones beneath.

She was horrifying.

She was Mina.

"No, ghosts aren't real" I said and she smiled at me, not a friendly smile, but a evil and twisted smile, it reminded me of Jimin's smile from when we first met. She ignored what I said, anger washed over her face and she clenched her fists.

"I'm Jimin's favorite girl! Not you, how dare you try and take him from me!" She screamed, bubbles coming out if her mouth as she spoke, and she sounded muffled, like she, herself, was underwater.

"He's mine!" She screamed one last time, before she was suddenly in my face, breathing my air, breathing in my soul.

"And I'll show him that I don't share whats mine" she said smirking.

The sirens wailed outside of my house, and I could hear the police running towards the door. "I'm safe" I thought out loud, and Mina patted my cheek, before whispering out one word, one word before she pushed me down the staircase.

"Wrong"