After that incident, which Seonghwa was unable to explain, he got dressed and decided to visit the city. All the stories had affected him, and he needed some air.
So here he was, inside a cafe, drinking a cup of warm tea. The liquid warmed his insides, and was thankful for that. It helped him calm his nerves, which were on edge.
As he was taking another sip, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"good morning young man" the same lady that helped him yesterday said.
It startled Seonghwa at first, but nevertheless he smiled at her.
"good morning to you too Mrs Lee"
"how did you sleep. Did we have any.. Incidents?"
Seonghwa looked at her. Had he? Had he seen something? Or it was just in his imagination?
"it was actually really quiet Mrs Lee. I enjoyed every second of it. It is a great house."
She looked at him confused but nevertheless smiled.
"that's good to hear. If you have any trouble with anything, I'm here. OK?"
"yeah Mrs Lee. I know"
She started walking away, leaving Seonghwa again alone on the shop, to finish his tea.
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The walk to his home was a little bit uncomfortable. The events that had happened were really strange, Seonghwa couldn't explain, and were replaying to his head. He didn't know who to blame. His pills, his imagination, the woman, the stories, the house?
But was supernatural even real? It couldn't be. Maybe there was someone in the house, pranking them? OK that definitely sounded worse. A human being in the house.
He stood in front of the house, a chill running down his spine. He almost didn't want to get inside. But by this action, he understood that something was up. Why would he feel scared to enter his own house, if there wasn't anything there?
Opening the door, he got inside, taking off his coat and shoes, and went straight to his room. He plopped on the bed, and stared at the ceiling. He let both his mind and brain relax. In the silence of the room, a noise was heard. Seonghwa looked down at his stomach, to hear it growling. Literally. Meaning that he had to eat something. It also hurted him, as it twisted, waiting to be filled. But Seonghwa didn't move. He wasn't going to. There was an inside battle within him. A part of him wanted to just go and eat something. But the other part, the evil one as he called it, was telling him that he didn't deserve it.
'now I'm alone, in this house, away from them. Why is it so difficult to get those thoughts away? I want to get better, I need to get better. Now there is noone to control me. I won't let anyone.' he thought and made an attempt to sit. But he didn't move a muscle.
"just let me eat!" he started yelling frustrated. The voice inside his head only mocked him.
' you don't deserve to eat you fat '
"yes. Yes I do. I won't let you control me like that"
'we both know that you can't beat me'
"I can and I will"
'oh yeah? Then stand up and go to the kitchen'
Nothing. Seonghwa stayed there motionless, still staring at the ceiling. He could feel his eyes getting wet.
'see? You're just a weak pathetic human being'
"stop it"
'why? You can't be told the truth?'
"I SAID STOP IT!" he screamed.
