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Episode 4

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Thud.

The room was filled with silent, only some rustles of the blankets and sheets, as the black haired male shifts  his position on the comfy bed.

Its been hours since he got back at his own place, the board careless placed out in the living, whereas his tired body was peacefully lying on the bed.

Thud.

Stirring around on the bed again, the young boy doesn't hear the loud creaking noises from the old, messy attic.

Creak, Thud.

"Nngh"The boy muffles put into the soft pillows, a frown settling itself on his once peaceful face.

He totally forgot about his night with his friends, too tired to even function.

Creak.

In a blink of an eye, the male snaps his eyes open, wide awake as he head the noises once again.

"What the hell?"He groans out sitting up on his bed, he was annoyed as his once peaceful sleep was once again, like last night, is interrupted by these types of noises again.

Thud.

With a huff, the small male gets up from the warm bed, slipping his slippers on, before ruffling his hair, getting a grasp on his phone.

He does know that the noises are from the attic, but he doesn't know what is causing them.

Springing out the wooden door, he switches the hall light on first, before pulling down the ladder connecting to the dark attic, climbing up, whole his focus was on lighting the flashlight on.

As the male reaches up, he notices something different in the positions of the items in there, its actually noticeable.

The chair, rocking chair had slight movements, back and forth, like someone had sat in it earlier, the dummies in the same place, and the messy dresser had its mirror almost fallen off.

Hoseok, he was actually a little scared, since nobody but him came in here , there was no open window in the attic, and plus, these things look so creepy, nobody would even touch them.

Thud, Thud.

Now that, that sounded like footsteps, literal footsteps of a person.

Like someone's walking towards him.

Flashing the light around the isolated and dark areas of the attic, the boy doesn't really find anything.

  No actually, he does, he frowns as he notices something on the dresser, it was a small box of some sort.

Walking through the messy things, the young male picks the old, black box up, coughing when dust flies off in his face, making him wave a and near his face.

As his eyes scan the old looking box, the boy notices it can be opened, with a curious look on his face, the small male opens the box up, as it reveals many items seated in it.