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With the computer screen slightly dimmed, I started to search up things that deal with paranormal activities.

I know it's sorta stupid, but I wasn't sure if I was seeing the dead or not. Jungkook did look totally different, so maybe I'm not seeing the dead?

But he did have wounds like the cops at the college said he had when he died. And he was wearing unusual clothes. Damn it.
After long hours of searching and no sleep, I have come to the conclusion that no, I am not seeing the dead. In fact, I'm just fucking crazy.

Fucking fanstastic! The internet sure does help. My eyes could barely stay open, the coffee not helping whatsoever. I'm not seeing the dead. That's good. If Jungkook was actually dead, I don't know what I'd do.

I raised my arms above my head and stretched. I start to make my way upstairs. Suddenly, there's a banging on my window. I freeze, suddenly aware of how dark it is outside, and how quiet it is in the house.

Jimin is upstairs, sound asleep. His room is sound proof by his suggestion. I curse under my breath. I kinda have a disadvantage against a robber, being in a fucking wheelchair and all.
I rolled over to the bat by the front door, having it grasped tightly in my hands.

It was pouring hard outside, so my heart was racing at the thought of no one hearing my screams.

Putting on a brave face, I looked out the curtains. Suddenly I got an idea, and I wanted to kick myself. Oh wait, I can't fucking use my legs!

I went to my computer, and turned on all the lights surrounding the house. Checking the installed cameras, there wasn't anyone in sight.

I squinted my eyes, and realized a random package was sat on my doorstep. I opened the front door, and in fact there was a package. I take it inside and closely inspected it.

I realized that it's the box that "Jungkook" sends. "How the hell did he find my house." At the realization, I felt the hairs on my neck rise as I felt my defenses goes up.

I slowly opened up the box, and inside was yet again another letter. I opened it slowly, and I felt my heart warm at the message inside.

I looked at the bottom of the letter, and found an E written there in black ink. I jotted it down on the paper that I take to work, not wanting to forget it.

I breathed in deeply.
Jungkook, I hope you are in fact alive.

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Lynn~~

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