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"What happened?" I hurriedly sat straight at Jungkook's voice. I try to fight the inner battle with myself if I should speak or not? If by any chance it was all an illusion? If by any chance what I just saw wasn't even actually there?

As I try to flip through my mind, when Jungkook was not here, I heard weird noises upstairs. If Jungkook's dad cannot move at all, then how in the actual fuck he was able to make those strange sounds? Or was it something else that was making those sounds?

I flinched slightly when Jungkook place the spoon back in the soup and looked at me with narrowed, dark eyes."Will you say something?" Jungkook asked being impatient. There's a hint of anger in his eyes and in no way I want him to rile this emotion up.

"I-I think, I saw his feet moving." I spoke looking at his father.

He followed my line of vision, "Who's? Dad's?"

I nodded harshly.

He sighed, "You need rest. He can't even move his fingers on his own and you're saying he moved his feet?!"

I continue looking at his dad who has his eyeballs fixed at the same spot it was before. He isn't even blinking. His bib is all wet now with the soup drooling from the corner of his mouth. I doubt if he had eaten any soup that Jungkook fed him. He kept pushing the spoon into his father's mouth and he kept spitting it out on his bib.

Maybe I did saw an illusion. How could he move his feet when he can't even move his eyes? Maybe I am seeing things now too.

Firstly, this creepy ass home, then that scary lake and now his dad, who did something that I don't even know he actually did. I feel like this place is filled with some negative energies that is messing up with my mind. Maybe if Jungkook decide to shift to a new home, then I'm sure he will not be as pessimistic as he is now.

Sometimes, the silence eats you like a moth.

Before coming here, I was scared about how I will be staying under one roof as Jungkook but now I think its not just Jungkook that I am petrified of, it is the place where he lives and with whom he lives.

"I'm done with eating." I said as I pull my weight from the chair and took fast steps towards my room and landed straight on my bed. I pull the sheets above my body and took deep, shallow breaths.

I closed my eyes picturing how I saw Jungkook's dad moved his feet. I believe I saw it so clearly to be mistaking it with an illusion but what if it truly was an illusion? Was it really an illusion? Was it just my mind-play? Was it just because I am too tired and my mind is playing its tricks with me? Or maybe this house is indeed haunted?

I have read somewhere that "people don't believe in ghosts until they see one, and the day they see a ghost, they are no longer alive to tell the truth to the world and that's how the ghost world remains a mystery to us."

I felt my eyelids getting heavier along with my brain that is overflowing with a lot of questions. I haven't slept since last night and before I could think that I should sleep now, my body already gave up and I went into my deep slumber.

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There is something weird going on with my legs. I feel like someone is tucking on my sheets telling me to wake up but I'm unable to move. My legs feel suddenly numb. I could feel the temperature around me swiftly dropping as if I'm surrounded by some negative energy.

My eyes burst open and a scream left my mouth when I felt a harsh pull on my right leg. I sat straight at the sudden jolt, my breathing uneven and my hands are shaking with fear. My body is almost at the corner of the bed, my legs hanging down.

If I saw a dream, then in no way I'm hanging halfway on bed. There was someone who actually pulled my leg.

I looked around but saw no one. Everything is pitch black. All the lights are turned off. There's a slow gloomy moonlight that is visible throughout the hallway. My bedroom's door is open and just right in front of me is that old rusty iron door that looks halfway open.

Wasn't it locked before? Why the hell did Jungkook left it open if he didn't want me to go there? Did he left it open on purpose?

I felt my throat suddenly dry, my knuckles turning white as I was clutching the bedsheets in my palms as if they were going to protect me if any evil spirit came running at me. I looked at the side table but saw no water bottle.

Shit.

I think I'll have to grab it from the kitchen. I pushed away the bedsheets and pulled my body up from the bed. After wearing my slippers, I made my way towards the living room and then to the kitchen.

I didn't glance at that old rusty door once. That door is none of my business. I will drink the water and run to my room and I did just that.

I filled the glass with water from the tap and chug it down in four sips. I turned off the tap and left the glass in the sink to be washed off for tomorrow.

I turned around to leave, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. I heard faint noises as if of a child's and its coming from that old rusty door. I tried to pass in front of it as if I didn't heard it at all but the noises increased. 

I stopped halfway trying to figure out what that noise is. The closer I get to the door, the more clearer it sounds. I looked upstairs, Jungkook is not anywhere to be seen. I looked at the giant clock hung on the wall, as it reads 3:13 am the exact.

Maybe there's someone inside who need my help? What if Jungkook is hiding some child downstairs? Maybe that's why he said to not go anywhere except my room and the living room. Well fuck it if it is a ghost or not, I cannot leave any child behind if they need my help.

I slowly creaked the door open, and to my surprise the stairs are leading me downstairs to the basement. So it wasn't just a room, but a basement.

I couldn't see anything clearly and I don't fucking know where the light switches are?

I searched my pocket and pulled my phone out. I turned on the flashlight which made the stairs a little visible. My breathing hastened as I took one step down. I could feel the goosebumps rising on my legs and arms. My fingers suddenly feel icy cold and a string of sweat slides from the side of cheek to my neck. I've never felt cold and hot at the same time before.

The noises becomes louder and I could hear it saying something that made my eyes tearing up with fear. I don't know if it really said it or was it just my illusion again. I closed my eyes and tried to listen carefully, and its the same word I heard before in a whispering child's voice,

"Wel - Come..."

"Wel - Come..."

"Wel - Come..."

My eyes bursted open when I felt something pass right in front of me. I begin searching the room with the flashlight of my phone relentlessly.

There's old boxes that I could see scattered around. There's an old dirty piano that is set to the side and a stool is placed in front of it as if someone still use it.

I look under the piano and saw two white shoes covered in sand, but the sand still looks wet. I moved the flashlight above and I fall back on the stair, covering my face with my palm, trying not to make any sound.

I saw the back of a girl, a small 7 or 8 years old wearing a white dress. Her hair are wet and water is dripping from her dress.

'Tip'

'Tip'

'Tip'

I slowly speak in a shaky breath, clutching the phone closer to my chest, "h...hello?"

She slowly turned her head towards me, and I saw her white dress covered in blood. She flashes me a feral, toothy smile and I saw fresh blood flowing out of her mouth. She jumped from the stool and before I could see where she went, my flashlight stopped working.

I pat on the phone but nothing worked. I panicked and suddenly the flashlight turned on again but I felt my soul just left my body and I screamed ever so loudly as I saw her face right in front of me.

Before I could run, I felt a strong hand shaking my shoulders and I finally came back to reality.  My eyes are bursted open, and I saw everything around me blurry but I could easily tell just from the soapy, spicy fragrance invading my surroundings .

Its him.

Its Jungkook.

He's here.

I sat straight and hide my face in the crook of his neck, hiccuping.

I felt his hands sliding from my hair to my hips. "Shhh, my creature. What happened?"

Why does he sound so different? Why does he sound so calm? Wasn't he pleased now after seeing me crying? The reality of the situation finally seeps back a little bit. Everything that happened was a dream. It was nothing but a dream. Oh thank god.

I've never had this kind of dream before. I've never felt this kind of terror in my dream before. I'm shaking, I'm trembling, I'm fucking dying from inside. Everything felt so real that I  felt it as a part of my reality, my past life where I must have hurt a child?

I could hear Jungkook's heartbeat right under my ear and I feel a mixture of coldness and relief. But then the realization kicks in completely.

I am hugging Jungkook.

Jungkook is hugging me.

He's safeguarding me when in actuality, I should be protecting myself from him. I gently peeled opened my eyes, and saw his broad chest right in front of my face. I'm still on my bed and the rusty iron door outside is still completely locked. My forehead is covered in sweat and my hands are shaking behind Jungkook's back. He must've came here after hearing my screams.

Before I could pull myself away from him, his muscular arms wrapped tightly around my torso and it slowly reached under each of my ass cheeks above my clothes. I'm almost sitting on his lap as he slide my body closer to him.

While placing each of his hand under my ass cheeks, he pulled them apart forcefully and I winced. I could feel a hint of excitement shoots throughout his body.

He did it again, and I could feel my ass hole stretching more this time. I could feel his thumb pressing in the middle of my butt hole opening, and an agonizing bolt of pain travels from the back of my spine to my whole body.

I try to pull my body away from him but I couldn't move any longer, he had firmly tucked me to him. He's not letting me move, he's not letting me breathe. He's not letting me do anything.

"Ahh" I screamed when I sense his thumb slowly pushing into my hole as he continues extending the distance between my cheeks with his hands. He's unwrapping me open, and also, in a most forbidding way.

"Can I hurt you, Y/N?" He asked slowly whispering in my ear, licking the back of it. I felt his hard member pocking at the middle of my stomach and my heartbeat is skyrocketing every single second passing. After the fearful nightmare I had witnessed, this is definitely not how I wanted to be felt.

He is aroused and the thought of Jungkook being aroused is actually killing me from inside because soon after he will be out of control. Soon after, he will just seek pleasure by hurting me and ripping me apart. Soon after he will cause me pain, and I will not be able to bear it just like my eighteenth birthday.

A string of tear falls down my left eye but I am not able to form any words out of my mouth. I am scared. I'm petrified. I don't want the night of my eighteenth birthday to repeat itself. With living in his presence, I've risked my well being and I'm pretty sure he won't even stop now if I'll ask him to. He is going to ruin me, and this time, there will be no one to stop him.

He is going to claim me, and break me raw open and at this point, I don't find anything that could get him back to his senses. In this dark night, that is similar to his dreadfulness, in this dangerous dawn, that is similar to his destructive nature, I feel nothing but pure torment that he will make me feel soon.

Even if he stops today, he will do it, tomorrow or the next drowning dusk or rising dawn.

"Lay on your stomach and legs spread wide..."

He orders, and two new streak of tears slide down my cheeks, plucking away every little hope that he will not have his own way with me.

A/N: Hello lovely readers, can I please ask for some votes? It really motivates me to write more! Till next update, take care. ❤️