"Will you hold my hand Mr. Ghost?" A younger version of Y/N asked, reaching her small hand out to the tall male.

The man smiled, the old fashioned moustache which the girl laughed about so often curling upwards comically.

"Of course little one." His velvety voice answered, glove-engulfed hands clasping around hers.

She shivered involuntary. His hand was so cold.

Together, they started walking into the woods, the old grandma with whom Y/N was staying ever since her parents left her not suspecting anything.

It must've been a funny sight, the girl believed; The tall, dark clothed man, in his old fashioned suit, black long hair and funny hat and her a little girl in her pretty, yellow dress walking hand in hand.

"We will stay friends forever, right Mr. Ghost?" She asked as they stood on the hill, looking down to the small village at the foot of the Taebaek Mountains.

The man chuckled, taking out the golden pocket watch Y/N liked so much, sparing it a quick glance.

"If you want to be my friend you'll have to tell me your name, isn't that right?"

"Of course!" The girl nodded eagerly, wanting to befriend the weird man so badly, "I'm Y/N!"

The tall male smiled widely, "Pleased to know you... Y/N."

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I woke up gasping, feeling tears drying on my cheeks.

Never again

Never. Never. Never.

I learned my lesson.

I won't let this happen ever again.

I took in a shivering breath, glancing up at my clock. Fuck.

It was 8am, means that 1. Chungha was up already and 2. I am supposed to be at school, at least as far as Chungha is concerned.

Trying to force the sickening memories aside, I brought myself to get up to put on some decent clothes, still wearing the clothes I wore the day prior.

My naked feet made way too much noise as they were tapping past the kitchen, wanting to get past Chungha without any problems.

But as the day had started out so miserably already, there was no way I could be lucky today; Chungha caught me at the kitchen door.

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"Where are you heading at?" She asked, frown apparent on her pretty face that was trying it's best to look intimidating, but failed at it greatly.

"Uhm... to school?" I knew I wasn't sounding that convincing myself.

She cocked a brow, crossing her arms in front of her chest, while leaning against the dooframe with one shoulder, "Don't lie to me, I know you haven't been going to school for weeks."

Months, rather

I stayed silent, just looking at her, hoping she'd just let me go.

She sighed dramatically, "Listen sweetheart, I know that all of this isn't easy for you and I really want to help you, but you need to talk to me."

She sounded so determined and I felt a lump form in my throat, because she couldn't help me, because no one could.

Because I was alone with whatever decided to haunt me. Wether you want to call it ghosts and monsters or just very very bad luck.

"That's sweet of you Chungha, but I'd rather mind my own business." I just answered.

"I just have one year left with you anyways- If you're even going to keep me as long, that is." I couldn't help myself to add.

Chungha sighed again, even more exasperated than before, "I don't know what to do with you Y/N. But if you want to throw away your future like that- then do so, you're old enough to make your own decisions."

I stared at the floor while she walked past me, feeling nauseous.

Was I throwing away my future?

Did I even have one under the conditions I was living in?

A problem child, an orphan, that was haunted by ghosts, unable to form healthy relationships after what she went through, after what she did.

I closed my eyey, breathing in through the nose, trying to calm down.

Chungha had no clue. She had no clue and she wouldn't understand me.

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"Mr. Ghost?"

The small girl asked anxiously, staring at the suddenly opened door of the small house she was living in, cold night air seeping into every corner of the place.

"Y/N..."

It was his voice, undoubtedly.

"Go..."

A sudden surge went through the little girl's body and she jumped onto her small feet, tapping into the kitchen.

She didn't think anymore, didn't feel, just listened to whatever the man's voice told her to do.

Petite fingers reached for one of the knives in the drawer, a sharp zing going through the silent room.

The little one dragged her spineless self through the corridor, comparably large item scratching over the carpeted floor.

She knew what was about to happen when she stepped into the grandmother's room, but wasn't able to fight against it, young soul completely at the mercy of whatever was controling her fragile body.

Stiffly, she climbed onto her grandma's bed, heaving the heavy knife over her head, aiming directly at the old woman's chest.

There was so much blood.

The cackling of the ghost chimed through the room, through her head, through every part of her being.

So loud and echoeing, drilling into her head.

Until she lost consciousness.

The next day, a dead woman and a traumatized little girl were found in a small house. The girl was taken away and was cared for immediately, no one suspecting a five year old to be the murderer.

Now this happened a long time ago, the little girl having grown up, memories about that crucial night blurred.

But the girl learned about her fault, learned about the power of names, about how being naive is going to be ones death.

The happenings of twelve years ago only added to the meter thick walls Y/N had built around herself.

Nothing would be able to take these down.

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This is so dark I apologize

I'm always curious about any of your theories

xx