Waking the Dead

Waking the Dead 07

The men worked together in finding several places where Haeyoungs occult room could be. Coming to terms with their inevitable second night in the house, they decided to try and get a little sleep and start searching in the morning.

Tired, they settled together on sofas. Jin set the camera to tape them as they slept to see if he'd get anything before he and Namjoon snuggled together, not really sleeping. Tae slept on his back, wheezing softly as his broken ribs protested the position, Jungkook wincing in sympathy, snuggled as close as possible without putting pressure on the injury, and despite the uncomfortable position both drifted off, physically and emotionally exhausted.

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Laying quietly until the others had drifted off, May rose slowly from where she'd curled in a chair. Moving slowly, she gathered the journal and papers off table and slipped slowly out of the room. Sneering, she hurried up the stairs, what did those asses know, they served her purpose, she didn't need them anymore.

Reaching the top, she heard a creak behind her. Breathing heavily, she turned, the empty hall dark and silent.

"Just a few ghosts, and all they can do is throw things around." Muttering, she hurried on, steps once more slowing as the nagging feeling of someone watching her came upon her again. Turning slowly, her nervous eyes panned once more.

"Hello?" she called, throat dry as dust.

Silence.

Turning, she hurried on, stopping once more when the feeling persisted. She shivered as a biting cold caught her, making her breath puff out in small clouds. She felt breathing puffing on the back of her neck. She muffled a squeak with a shaking hand as she turned slowly, glancing behind her.

A grinning, eyeless face stared back.

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In the living room, Tae came awake instantly, the soft, warm body pressed against him was welcome, but the cold chill in the air was an all too familiar feeling of terror. Glancing around the room he caught a glimpse of white. It wasn't the blood stained night dress of the actress, this was a new presence, one that terrified him more than he could imagine, he was more terrified then when he'd been pinned down in his first fire fight in a warzone.

He began to shake, holding Jungkook close. Tae gritted his teeth to keep from crying out, closing his eyes he counted to ten slowly, unmoving, focusing on his breath. Opening his eyes once more he gasped, choking. That had not been anything he felt before. He barely slept the rest of the night.

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Dawn hours brought the revelation that Dr. Lee disappeared in the night with the book and drawings.

"Damn It." Tae mumbled.

Namjoon, who had taken notes on places within the house to search for the occult room, began to redraw the missing schematic while Jin sat beside him, reviewing last nights footage.

"Oh my god..." Jin suddenly sat up straight. "I got something!"

Tae and Jungkook moved to look over his shoulder.

"Who is that?"

Jungkook was looking at the small video screen, a woman moving in front of the camera back and forth, her dress white or cream, done traditional Joseon style, her hair dark. She moved with purpose and elegance.