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Jisung hauled his bags up the stairs of the big, grey house. There was thunder in the distance and a few streaks of white lightning nearby. It was strange because he remembered the forecast saying that it would be sunny today.

Nevertheless, he gave a sigh of relief as he unlocked the house, went in, and dropped his bags on the entryway. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Home sweet home..."

He left his bags as he approached the wide, bay window overlooking the property. The house itself was located on top of the highest hill in town, so the view was really beautiful.

There were no other houses for at least five miles and he was perfectly fine with that. Well, that was the main reason why he bought this house anyways.

His former home was located in a very busy part of the city—he hated it, and that was what pushed him to buy this house. He wanted to finally get away from the bustling noises and annoying crowds of people.

He sighed and wandered through the rest of the house. He couldn't understand why anyone would just walk away from a house like this. It was architecturally beautiful. It was an old, Victorian style and most of the furnishings were the originals.

The realtor had said that the previous owners had packed up and left in the middle of the night because of the house being "haunted" and they also claimed that there was a "malicious entity" trying to kill them. But Jisung just chuckled at that.

Apparently this house had a history repeating itself, because no one seemed to want to stay here for more than a couple of months. He probably should have taken that as a warning sign, but honestly, he was kind of lonely and wanted someone or something to mess with his life for a bit.

He made his way down the hallway. He came to a door which he didn't have any key for. He hummed to himself. He'd have to ask the realtor about it later.

He noticed the scratches on the floor at the bottom of the door that looked an awful lot like something had been trying to get in... or out. But he shrugged it off, thinking that maybe the previous owners had a puppy... a wild one.

He held his hand out against the wall as he crept further along, his fingertips ghosting the paint that badly needed to be retouched. He got goosebumps as he reached the room at the very end of the long hall.

He turned the doorknob slowly, opening it up to a dark room. He flicked the light switch on. There was a queen-sized canopy bed centered against the wall, adorned with colors of champagne and burgundy, and dark red curtains hung on the windows.

He loved it. He admits that it was slightly creepy but—it was elegant overall. He decided that this would be his room.

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He made grilled cheese for himself—this was gonna be his dinner. It had been a quiet afternoon of unpacking and more wandering, but he was tired now.

A storm came on as the night passed by slowly. He stayed in his new bedroom for the night. He stripped his clothes off and was left in nothing but his soft pink boxers as he climbed onto the bed.

He yawned, his eyes trying hard to fight the unavoidable sleep that was about to come. He stretched his arms out and rolled over, one arm dangling off the side of the bed.

His eyes shot wide open as he felt ice-cold fingers intertwine with his. They squeezed his hand gently - and he blushed.

He inched closer to the edge of the bed as the hand began to pull him down gently. He peeked right over the side. "Hi," he whispered in a soft, friendly tone.

He heard a low growl as the hand tightened around his and pulled him violently off the edge of the bed.

To be continued...