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Chapter 4 - CHAPTER 3 : Lost Objects, Lost Hearts

Paralyzed, Taehyung watches as Jimin picks up the wooden board, that seems to look really old. He holds up the planchette and brings it close, examining it. Tae takes a few steps back, eyes wide, breathing short, sharp breaths. He had heard about these things. And he didn't like them.

"P-put it back!"

He screams at Jimin, who seems to be a bit too amazed by the object. He looks back where everyone else is and see's Namjoon waving at them.

"Heyy!! You guys! Hurry upp! We need to finish this! The sun has almost set!"

The leader yells, and Taehyung looks back at Jimin, who puts the board back.

"Come on, let's go."

Jimin mutters and they start walking back.

Once again, Taehyung climbs up the tower, the thing earlier still haunting him in his head. He gets to the top, before he can fix himself and stand properly, he see's two people.

Confused, he looks back down at his director who was recording him. He's about to ask, when they speak.

" ๐™ธ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š๐šŠ๐šข "

" ๐™ผ๐šŠ๐šข๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐™ท๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š—? "

" ๐š†๐š‘๐šŠ๐š? "

The guy pushes the girl off and Taehyung hears a high pitch scream to which he almost covers his ears. But his first instincts were to save her, he runs and jumps off the tower to do so.

Just as he leaps he hears her voice again.

" สึ…ส€ึ… สึ…สŠ... "

He splashes on the water, frantically moving from side to side, wondering where she had gone. There was no signs of her.

That was it for the recording. The director seemed satisfied and they all cheered since the shooting was over. You look over to the water again.

"TaeTae!"

You call out, with a big smile on your face. But he doesn't come out. You walk closer.

"Taehyung oppa!!"

You call out again, but no response. Your smile fades.

"Kim Taehyung...!"

Your stomach twists and you quickly give the members a glance. Even the staff notices. Taehyung should be out by now.

Your throat tightens, so tight, you don't think you'd even be able to speak.

Dark, negative thoughts take over. No matter how much you tried to shake them off. They wouldn't.

One off the staff member starts taking his shoes off.

You bring your hand to your chest, every breath suddenly suffocating you. At this point your heartbeat was beating at a unhealthy rate. Seong-wu comes behind you and rubs your back.

Before the guy can jump in,

Taehyung pops out of the water, taking long, deep breaths. Your heart skips a beat and you sigh out of relief, closing your eyes. He gets out and the staff helps him. Your eyes meet, yours having tears, his soften. But his breathing still wasn't stable.

"What happened, Taehyung..?"

The leader, asks, concerned and Taehyung shakes his head, gazing down, still panting heavily.

"W-where is s-she??"

Your eye brows crash together and the members have the same reaction.

"Where's who..?"

Namjoon asks. You squint your eyes at Tae.

"T-The girl who- who f-fell.."

Your eyes grow big as you gulp and you remember the conversation in the car again. Jimin and you share a glance.

"No one fell, Taehyung.."

Jin is declares. Tae looks at him frowning in disbelief but glares back at the floor, shaking, finding his own sanity. You glimpse at the tower and then back at the water.

Taehyung is good at acting... it could be a prank.. but peering back at the state of Tae, that thought of it being a prank completely leaves your head.

You stand next to him and kneel down, rubbing his wet back without saying anything. He slowly turns his head to you but you don't make eye contact and look away in another direction. Your heartbeat was still unsteady and you were sure his was too.

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You were laying on your bed in your dorm, staring at the ceiling. No one spoke in the car while coming back, the mood seemed tense. Even while having dinner. Everyone was eerily quiet. Specially Taehyung. He probably felt really paranoid. You stretch before yawning. It had a while since you've been laying in bed. You just couldn't sleep. Not because you're scared. You weren't really scared. You were just concerned. And a bit confused. You just didn't know why. Sighing, you pull out your phone.

๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ...? ๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง... ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ-๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜...?

At times like this, you love to try and make yourself scared. Why? Because you like to live your life dangerously. Why? Because Jungkook shared some of his traits with you.

๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ... ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด...

You write on google and tap on the most viewed one.ย  Scrolling down, you land on the first one.

"๐™’๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™จ๐™ก๐™š๐™š๐™ฅ ๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ก๐™š๐™›๐™ฉ ๐™จ๐™ž๐™™๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™—๐™š๐™™, ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ช๐™จ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š. ๐˜ฝ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™จ๐™ก๐™š๐™š๐™ฅ ๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ง๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™จ๐™ž๐™™๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™—๐™š๐™™, ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ž๐™ข๐™–๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™—๐™š๐™จ๐™ž๐™™๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช... "

You hum..

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜บ... ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด...

You read the next one.

" ...๐™’๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ ๐™š ๐™ช๐™ฅ ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ข๐™ž๐™™๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ.. 2 - 3 ๐™–๐™ข... ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™›๐™ž๐™ง๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™จ๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ก๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™–๐™˜๐™š... ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™˜๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช... "

๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜บ... ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ...

..If you're dreaming... and the face of the person in it is blurred.. It means that either the person was in your past life... or either... the person is watching you while you're sleeping...

"๐™„๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™š ๐™™๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ... ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™›๐™–๐™˜๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™—๐™ก๐™ช๐™ง๐™ง๐™š๐™™... ๐™„๐™ฉ ๐™ข๐™š๐™–๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™– ๐™š๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™จ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™›๐™š... ๐™ค๐™ง ๐™š๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง... ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™š๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™˜๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ž๐™ก๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™š ๐™จ๐™ก๐™š๐™š๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ... "

๐˜๐˜ˆ! ๐˜๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜›๐˜ข๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ'๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ!

" ...๐™’๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™– ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ง๐™ง๐™ค๐™ง.. ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™– ๐™™๐™–๐™ง๐™  ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™–๐™˜๐™š.. ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™– ๐™ฅ๐™ง๐™š๐™จ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช... ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ก๐™™ ๐™—๐™š ๐™–๐™—๐™ก๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™จ๐™š๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ง๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ง๐™ง๐™ค๐™ง... "

"...๐™’๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™›๐™š๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™—๐™ค๐™™ ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ซ๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š'๐™จ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ... ๐™„๐™ฉ ๐™ข๐™š๐™–๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ'๐™ฉ ๐™จ๐™š๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช... "

"...๐™’๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™œ๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™– ๐™จ๐™๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š.. ๐™š๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š๐™ก ๐™ค๐™› ๐™™๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ก๐™ ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช.. ๐™ค๐™ง ๐™– ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ..."

You remember earlier today but then shake your head to forget. You were never the one to truly believe in this stuff. It just fascinated you, really. You sigh before rubbing your eyes. You were finally getting sleepy so you turn your phone off, put it on the night stand and close your eyes.

[ ๐šƒ๐šŠ๐šŽ๐š‘๐šข๐šž๐š—๐š'๐šœ แ‘ญ.O.แฏ ]

I turn from one side to another just not being able to sleep because of too many things going in my head. Who were those people on the tower..? Who was the girl who got pushed? Were they real..? Or my imagination? Or.. actually some spirits...? They couldn't have been fake.. i heard them... They were talking. And that Ouija board... where did it come from...?

"Ugh"ย 

๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต... ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ /๐˜•... ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ... ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜บ-

I groan, turning to my right and closing my eyes in another attempt to sleep.

Thats when hear footsteps outside my room. "That's unusual" I think. Because usually if the members are awake at this hour, for some sort of schedule or practice, they made sure to stay in their room so that they don't bother anyone. But still, I shrug it off and close my eyes again.

Out of nowhere, I hear my door, slowly creaking. My eyes yank open but i still don't move a muscle, being completely paralyzed. My heart beat goes bonkers and so does my breathing. Fight or Flight my ass. There should be something called Sight where you witness your own death. I start to shiver. No matter how much I try to control my thoughts of what's happening next, I can't. closing my eyes, I feel someone get on the bed. I don't know what to do.

๐˜ž๐˜๐˜ ๐˜”๐˜Œ๐˜ž๐˜๐˜ ๐˜”๐˜Œ๐˜ž๐˜๐˜ ๐˜”๐˜Œ๐˜ž๐˜๐˜ ๐˜”๐˜Œ๐˜–๐˜ฉ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜๐˜ฎ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜‹๐˜๐˜Œ! ๐˜- ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜๐˜“๐˜๐˜— ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜Œ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜”๐˜–๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜Œ...

Something touches my back and a scream escapes my mouth.