I wake up on my couch with the worst case of cottonmouth I've ever had. I sit up slowly trying not to rattle my brain any worse than it already was.

The sun is blinding as its rays shine through the glass balcony doors. Looks like there won't be any rain today. I scratch the back of my head and I feel a large knot.

The fuck?! How did I hurt myself?

That's when it all comes crashing back to me and my head whips around the room.

Where is she?!

I quickly get up checking my room, the bathroom, and closets, but she's nowhere to be found.

Did I dream it all? I really need to chill with the drinking!

The dream felt so real and I could have sworn I'd seen that woman before.

I walk out onto the balcony to pull out the box of items left behind by the previous tenant. I saved it all just in case they ever came back.

I pull the small box out of the closet and rummage through it. Pulling out the raincloud key chain, ghost hunter book, a ziplock bag of different pins, and finally what I'm looking for.

It's a picture of two people smiling as they are getting drenched in the rain. The man has a huge rectangular smile on his face, his almond-shaped eyes are slightly covered by his brown hair, and he's taller than the woman he has his arm wrapped around.

I focus on her and I know for sure she was the one I dreamed of last night. It was her large eyes surrounded by full long lashes, I could never forget them.

They were captivating, in the same way, you could stare at the moon. They were the color of a powerful storm coming in holding both danger and beauty.

Why would I dream about her? Who is she? I place the other items back into the box, but something tells me not to put the picture back. Instead, I fold the man out of it just showing her, and place the photo in my wallet.

I drag myself back to my room and throw myself on the bed when I suddenly hear the T.V. turn on. I go back into the living room confused about how it could have clicked on when, abruptly, a chill rose up my spine making me shiver.

Something was here with me and I could feel it. I had seen enough scary movies to know better than to just brush this off. I whipped around but saw nothing.

This can't be happening. This isn't real! I told myself.

Faint whispering echoed around me. I slowly turned my head over my shoulder and the whispering stopped.

The air chilled to ice and my labored breathing became the only sound.

Fuck This!

I bolted out of my apartment, down the hallway to 4A, and banged on the door until Jin pulled it open.

He wore blue and white striped pajamas with little white alpacas on them and an angry expression.

"What the hell, Jimin?! It's only 9, why are you banging on the door like a mad man?!"

I just pushed past him, rushing into Tae's room. Tae sits up groggy as I slam his door open.

I grab his hand and pull him with me back to my apartment, ignoring his protests and Jin's shouts about it being too early for this bullshit.

We stand in the middle of the living room and I stare at him expectantly.

"Why did you drag me into your apartment, Jiminie?" Tae asks, throwing himself down onto the couch.

The room has turned back to its normal temperature and the whispering is gone.

Am I going crazy?

I sink next to him exhaling the breath I was holding.

"Did you bring another crazy one home?" Tae asks, laughing as he pats my back.

"No, man, I swear I'm seeing shit," I reply shakily.

"How much did you have to drink last night?" he's still chuckling as he tries to comfort me.

"A lot, but that's beside the point. I'm totally sober right now." I say seriously.

I sit beside him quietly still trying to make sense of what just happened. Tae has stopped laughing and is staring at me, concern written all over his face

Being my best friend he knows not to push it and waits for me to speak, just offering me the comfort of his presence.

"Can you tell me about the girl that used to live here?" I finally ask.

"Hmm, well I didn't really know her," he says rubbing his chin as he thinks.

"Mom liked her, but I always thought she was kinda weird."

"Why?" I question, he's piqued my interest.

"Well, like she worked at that haunted Museum downtown. You would always catch her standing out in the rain with a smile on her face. OH AND, the few times I've seen her when I would come to visit mom she was always going on and on about ghosts and stuff like that." he answers with a shrug of his shoulder.

I hum in response, which is not enough acknowledgment for Tae who proceeds to harass me about why I dragged him out of bed so early just to ask him about a person who no longer lives here.

I spent the rest of the morning telling him all about what had happened last night and this morning.

Much to my dismay, he blamed it on me watching 'The Ring' recently, drinking too much, and that it was raining outside.

He's probably right.

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀、

HE WAS WRONG!

This has been the longest week of my life. Shit just kept happening.

It started with me not being able to find my keys. I swear I hung them up but I would always find them in the most random places: the freezer, behind the toilet, in the sock drawer.

Then the T.V. kept randomly turning on and the pictures on my walls would be slanted. The house would get cold randomly and then I would feel like someone was watching me. I had to get rid of her!

Every time I brought it up to Tae, he would tell me I'm crazy and I needed to stop drinking. But that's the thing! I haven't touched a drop all week.

At first, I agreed with him, maybe it was the booze and I was just making it up. But this morning had been enough! I woke up and I'm positive I saw her again walking out of my room.

"RAYNE, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I shouted into the empty apartment.

I don't know what I was expecting. I thought maybe she would appear again, instead, my brush was flung off my dresser.

I have to figure this out.

It is my day off and I'm going to get to the bottom of this no matter what. I park my car in the mostly empty parking lot.

Min Yoongi's Museum of the Paranormal.

I walk up to the glass doors etched with their name to see that it's closed for a few more hours. I pull on the door anyway, just in case, but it doesn't budge.

"Can I help you?" I hear a voice from behind me ask.

I turn to see a young guy with large brown eyes staring at me questioningly. He is dressed all in black, from his black bucket hat to his black shit stompers.

"Uh, yeah, actually. I need to speak to the owner."

"Why?" he asks with a tilt of his head.

"I need to ask him about this girl," I say, reaching into my back pocket to grab my wallet.

I pull out the picture of Rayne and hand it to him. A scowl takes over his innocent features and he looks up from the photo to glare at me.

"Why are you asking about her?" he asks with a hard edge to his voice.

"Um, look, I know this will sound weird but I've been seeing her."

The young guy grabs my arm in a pretty tight grip, unlocks the Museum door, and drags me to the back.

This was the first time I'd been here, I tried to take in as much as I could as we rushed past everything.

There were tons of glass cases filled with knick-knacks like toys, hand mirrors, masks, and dolls, which caused goosebumps to rise on my skin. It's creepy in here.

We stopped in front of a red door, and this kid didn't even bother knocking, just swung the door open and pulled me in with him.

"Yoongi, we have an issue!" he says worriedly. The man behind the desk looks up from his paperwork.

He has black hair as dark as a raven's wing, which makes his ghostly pale skin stand out even more, and a scar that runs from right above his eyebrow to down below his eye.

He is intimidating, his cold eyes glare at the young guy and then in turn take in my figure.

"What did I tell you about barging in here, Jungkook?" he questions in a flat tone.

"That's not important right now, Yoongi! LOOK," Jungkook lets go of me and slams the photo in front of him on the desk.

"He says he's seen, Rayne!" Jungkook says excitedly.

Yoongi stands from behind the desk and walks over to me. He's barely taller than I am but the way he's staring me down makes me feel small and nervous.

"Where?" that's all he says, just one word, expecting an answer.

I wasn't about to argue with him, so I told him everything. From seeing her that stormy night to the brush incident this morning.

Turns out I did move into her apartment, but neither Yoongi nor Jungkook gave me more info than that.

Yoongi went behind his desk to pull his phone out of a drawer.

"Hobi, get here, we've found her," he says in that same serious flat tone to whoever picked up on the other line.

"Does this mean you can get rid of this crazy ghost so I can have some peace?" I ask once Yoongi hangs up the phone. Both men turn to glare at me.

"I don't know who you are..." Yoongi pauses waiting for me to provide my name.

"Jimin," I mumble nervously. I clearly had said the wrong thing to them.

"Jimin. But don't talk about Rayne like that or we will have some problems." Jungkook finishes the sentence, cracking his knuckles.

I nervously gulp down the saliva that has built up in my mouth and nod my head not daring to say anything else to upset them.

I just want Rayne to go away. She is making me look and feel like a lunatic.

We sat in the tense atmosphere with only Jungkook and Yoongi whispering amongst themselves for what seemed like ages.

Finally, a man rushes through the door, he's got a long face with a strong jawline, high cheekbone, and a small pixie nose.

"Where is she? Did you tie her up as we planned?" he questions breathlessly.

What the fuck? Tie her up?

"No, Hobi we didn't find her body, we found her!" Jungkook corrects.

These guys are ACTUALLY crazy! What do they mean they didn't find her body? Isn't she dead?!

"EVEN BETTER! WHERE?!" he says, his voice rising to quite a high pitch.

Maybe I actually need to leave, they are probably into voodoo or something crazy like that.

I go to quietly make my way out of the room and my clumsy self hits my knee on the small chair. At that moment, all the eyes in the room turn to me.

Damn it!

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀、