Lemon & Lime

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Ever since that night

His uncle never stepped foot out of his bedroom for three years since that day Jimin carried him to his room.

The only way for them to know if even he is still alive in there is to stand outside his bedroom door and try to listen on to him either breathing or typing.

The bedroom illuminates in total darkness except for the night light and computer light that blinks through the small gaps underneath Jimin's uncle's bedroom door.

Back to current time and its Saturday Midnight Jimin gets a Visitor

>> Is it a Good Visitor or a Bad Visitor or maybe Both? Well, let's find out. <<

Silently.... deeper into the night.....all has gone to bed....

At first, there was cool night breeze that could drown you deep in realization while listening to the soft sounds it carries with it and then it stops; LITERALLY STOPS SHORT UPBRUPTLY AS SOON AS THE CLOCK TICKED PAST 12 MIDNITE.

From then on, the stillness of the air seemed to suck even the sound of any footfalls or breathing into the nothingness of the silver night. Even the trees in-between the houses that separate them from one another and the backyards seemed not to rustle as if they were tense with nerves for what was to come.

I could describe it as creepy, but eerie was closer to it.

The being stood frozen in place, only the movement of its transparent hair gave away that it was not some brilliant Halloween decoration.

It glares with wide eyes, its face passive and slack. The odd purple looking moonlight shone on the window not penetrating the glass. The clock ceased to tick.

There was no sound from the outside world, not a bird or engine noise.

A dreading moment of just standing there unmoving like a statue by the foot of Jimin's bed, the eyes that had been as white as the naked body turned to stare down at the sleeping boy whose brows cringed uncomfortable, eyes still shut deep in sleep.

The mouth stretched wide in an eternal scream.

At first, it sounded like nothing but a deeper moaning noise to the caustic stillness in the eerie air that swept around the entire four corners of Jimin's bedroom.

The sound wound itself around the ears and began to change, like a terrible lullaby. A sound like iron nails dragged over a rock. It rose and fell, never once making the words audible.

Its movement sharper than the eyes could follow yet elegant and glides with precise smoothness appearing right next to Jimin's sleeping form.

In his sleep, the air was broken with a scream that was so piercing Jimin unconsciously in defence pulled into a fetus position, hands clamped over his ears...not that it made any difference. The air became cold and body heat quickly deserted his blood from the frigid atmosphere.

Then from that background of sound that ebbed and flowed just like waves on the moonlit sand, came words.

''JIiiii-MIiiiii-NIEEeeee...MI-NIEeeee...Jim-iNIEeeee!'' the call of his name echoes eerily into the night.

To be continued...