"Could it be haunted?" Suddenly, a thought like this popped into the boy's mind. He had been looking around for quite a while, but still had not seen who was crying.
He was getting scared. After all, he was the only one in the large courtyard.
"Should I go out and check?" The boy kept asking himself.
"Wooooooo..." The crying continued, a woman's sobs.
"I better go out and have a look," the boy told himself.
Having made up his mind, the boy quietly opened the door and followed the direction of the crying.
The sound came from a room diagonally across from his. As he tiptoed closer, the crying abruptly stopped, as if it had never been there.
But he was certain it had come from the room before him. He took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the door of the room.
He rushed in because he faintly saw someone hanging from the beams as if floating, someone... someone was attempting suicide.
