The laughter caught Jisoo's attention. The house she haunted hadn't been inhabited since she had died, some fifty years before. Her parents had moved on the night of the fire, but she never did. Something about a fire ending her life at seventeen was so unfair to her. She just couldn't let go of the life she knew she should have had.
Creeping down from the attic, Jisoo looked around. People were moving boxes is. Three girls directed a few men on where things should be put. The tallest girl would have stolen Jisoo's breath if she had any. The three laughed as they ran around the house. A girl with red hair went to her parent's room, a pretty girl with brown hair got her younger brother's room, and the tall one stopped in her room.
The tall girl's face was beautiful, even as she closely examined the room. No trace of the smoke or chard remains of the room were left. Jisoo moved closer to her. The girl shivered as Jisoo stood next to her, the cold emanating off of her spectral skin, warning the girl off, much like the rattle of a rattlesnake. A natural deterrent. The redhead came running in, startling the tall, beautiful girl. "Lisa, come on. Jennie wants to get get the tv set up so we can order pizza!" The tall girl nodded, casting one last uneasy look to the room, and completely unaware, Jisoo. Neither the redhead or the tall one noticed the eerie whistle in the room.
"Lisa."
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Six months after Lisa, Rosé, and Jennie moved in, Jisoo was in love. She didn't know that she could feel anything anymore, the only thing that remained was a heavy chill she had long grown used to. The feeling of being in love was like she was almost alive again. There was a warmth in her chest, a reason to get out of the attic, to watch more than the street. Lisa gave her a purpose for existing. And she wanted the girl to know she was there.
Rosé and Jennie had offered several times to switch rooms with the girl but Jisoo and the chill followed everywhere she went. So in Jisoo's room, the girl stayed. It was on the night that marked the girls being in the house for six months, that Jisoo made her move. Lisa was about to get out of the shower when the writing appeared on the mirror.
'Hello Lisa.' When the girl noticed the writing, she jumped and almost fell back into the tub.
She opened the door and called down the hallway, "Rosie, Jennie. That wasn't funny!" Jisoo smiled and stepped into the tub herself. With the curtain partially separating them, the chill wasn't so bad on the wet girl. Once Lisa was dressed, she went to find her friends. Jisoo knew neither was home; she did it so Lisa couldn't blame them.
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A month after leaving messages on the mirror, Jisoo decided to step it up. If she concentrated as hard as she could, she could affect real things. Lisa left while she was in the middle of doing a paper to get a snack when Jisoo made her next move. She had watched the girl type on the keyboard for months, and practiced when she was away. As soon as Lisa was gone, Jisoo started typing.
0888 Clarity St
Black and Pink Fire, 1967
She had just enough time to move over on the bed when Lisa came back. As first she didn't notice the new writing. When she did, the girl froze completely. Jisoo watched her reaction, trying her hardest to stay awake. Ghosts couldn't really sleep, but they could...take a time out, of sorts. They just seemed to stop existing for a while and when they're ready, they go back to their endless wandering. Not moving on nor breathing, just a strange kind of purgatory.
Slowly, Lisa opened a new tab and started typing the words 'black and pink fire 1967' and Jisoo held her nonexistent breath. As Lisa clicked on a link, the ghost felt what once was her heart, seize. It was a picture of the newspaper. She had several copies hidden in the attic, editions she couldn't bring herself to throw away. Or burn. On the anniversary of the fire every year, she would light a fire in the fireplace. The house had a rich reputation for being haunted, though Jennie, Lisa, and Rosé obviously didn't listen. The article made her as sad as always, but it felt different when someone else was witnessing it.
