"So... thoughts on the ghost hunt?", I looked at Nari and showed how excited it got me. I'm glad she cut the needless small talk and immediately jumped to the core, the interesting part that's feeding my hunger and making my heart race. I put my cup of tea aside before speaking
"Wasn't it fascinating?"
"There you go again", Nari giggled at herself and shook her head before sipping on the tea
"We found a lot of mixed clues. It was so thrilling, I'd love to know whether someone actually lives there"
"Doubt it"
"You were there with me. That's not how an abandoned room looks like"
"Homeless people and drug dealers use abandoned buildings, it's nothing new"
"Then how do you explain the silhouette we saw?", her lips parted and eyes like two obsidian pebbles stared at the table
"Yoongi, your hand", I had almost the same reaction when I noticed my hand is bleeding. I'm pretty sure I didn't cut myself.
Cleaning it didn't sting, as I was wiping off the blood it soon revealed four cuts. At first, I thought the cuts going over my fingers and hand resembled what it would like if, for example, a cat scratched me. Then my eyes fell on the fifth cut that's lower and not close to the first four. Unconsciously, I trailed the cuts with my right hand and realized that... it fits a human hand. The cuts are too wide and become thinner towards the end, they're diagonal so the direction doesn't fit the way I smashed the window. I tried to think of other explanations, but none of them made sense. How would a tree branch create this? And how come I don't feel pain?
Everything about that place is luring me in. I feel like we've only scratched the surface and the best part is yet to come
"Yoongi, are you okay?", Nari asked in concern and took my hand to examine the wounds. She didn't notice the things I did or is she hiding it not to upset me?
"Nari, don't you think the cuts resemble something?"
"No... not really. Didn't you get them while breaking that window back there?", how disappointing. She's not lying, she actually doesn't see it the same way I do
"I guess so. Can you imagine what would happen if we went during the night?", my lips formed a modest smile, not to reveal too much what's going through my head. But isn't it obvious?
"Here you go again. No one sane would do that"
"Yeah, that's why we're gonna do it"
"Why don't you go by yourself since you're the only one so obsessed with it?"
"You think I won't?", she's looking at me with a frown now and took a step back
"I'm not going"
"I never asked you to come"
The thing I appreciate about Nari is that we can casually talk sometimes. I express my ideas and she listens, adds a comment every now and then but never changed her picture of me in her head. It's like we understand each other to a certain degree, but I wouldn't consider dating her. I'm not that oblivious or stupid, I can see all the traits a person in love has when she's with me. Actually, the word love is too complex and strong. In Nari's case, it's just a childish crush that will pass with time.
No one was up for another round. Namjoon tried to talk me out of it but how could I ever resist this dangerous riddle shrouded in mystery? The rational part of me knows there's nothing to be scared of. The rational part of me also knows it's not the most clever thing to do. Even so, I'm whistling in the Wood under the moonlight, taking my dear time with each step and trying to think of a plan. The time is perfect for watching some TV, reading, doing any activities before bed because it's too early to sleep. Why is that important? That way if someone does really live there I'll know. If not, then the house is up for a thorough exam.
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Boy Meets D.Evil
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