Bruises || Namjin ✔️

8

After talking with Tae, I felt somewhat better than I did before. It felt great to finally be able to tell someone. The fact that he believed me made me want to cry because he believed me.

I just needed Namjoon to believe me. But even the words "there's a ghost in the house" sound crazy. It sounds insane to me. Hopefully, Tae's friend would help me before I had to tell Joon.

I decided to try and just calm down today. Ignore anything the thing would throw at me - literally. I picked up around the house, though it was almost spotless already. The only thing that needed to be done was laundry; there was a weeks worth of it in our basket.

I went through the entire process of sorting the colors from the darks and whites. I proceeded to throwing them in the washer and starting it, smelling the sweet, soap aroma fill the room.

For once, in awhile, I felt peaceful. Just doing the laundry, hearing nothing but silence. It was nice...

...until I began to walk out of the room. The hairs on my arms spiked up, unchanging. I stopped abruptly, chills drowning me in the sudden cold. I was sure I had the heat on; even if it wasn't on, it wouldn't get this cold.

I knew it was it. The thing. The monster. I could feel it, and it was close. It was almost as if I knew it was staring at me. It knew it was scaring me to death. It knew it, and it enjoyed it. It enjoyed observing me, feeling the fright I had for it.

Letting out a small, forced breath, the goosebumps weren't going away. My heart was pounding in my ears, and my feet were cemented to the ground. I was petrified.

Then I let out a bloody scream as pressure was applied to my shoulder, as if a hand was grasping it. My body was suddenly flying through the air, but only for a quick second before I slammed into the wall of the laundry room.

Sharp pains were coursing through me; I could already feel the bruises developing. The world was spinning around me as I collapsed to the floor. Namjoon had only left a little less than two hours ago, making me whimper out for him. I needed him right now, but he wasn't here. I was alone- no, I wasn't alone, but I wasn't with something I wanted to be with.

Instead of standing up and fleeing the house, I laid there on my aching side. I took in the pain, trying to wait it out and let it simmer down. It was going to take awhile.

All thoughts of the spirit escaped my already fuzzy head. All I thought about was Namjoon. He needed to know now, about everything that was going on. I couldn't wait any longer. And I didn't mean to push on Tae, but I needed him to get his friend over here fast.

As continued thoughts of anxiety and panic flushed through my head, one single thought stuck with me.

We needed to get out.