Typing my last paragraph in my essay assignment, I wondered, what if my parents survived the accident? What would my life be like? I wished they were here. Or just someone to help.

The closet door creaked open abruptly.

"What the hell?" I whispered.

I stared blankly at the closet door, thinking it must've been the wind. Then I glance at my windows, they were shut. Maybe it's just a rat? Or something else. Don't scare yourself, Heather! I sighed and continued typing, ignoring the closet.

Then the closet door flung open. Now, I was freaking scared to death.

"Um," I cleared my throat quietly. "Whoever you are, could you leave? Please?" Ugh, I'm so dumb, asking what's probably living in my closet to leave. I rolled my eyes. Oh jeez. This is scary. I was contemplating whether I should wake Namjoon to check out my closet.

I stared into the darkness inside my closet. I attempted to swallow a lump forming in my throat.

Suddenly the door slammed shut. This is not normal! I squealed in fright.

The beat of my heart quickened as I leaped off my bed and ran to Namjoon's door. He answered within a matter of seconds. With hair sticking up in all directions and an annoyed expression, he glared at me but soon softened the eye contact.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Rubbing the sleep of his eyes. I almost smiled but then remembered why I was standing at his door at 1 in the morning.

"Uh- I just- it's- um. I think something's in my closet, in my bedroom. It's kinda scaring me," I rubbed my left arm with my hand. "Could you, maybe, take a look?" I asked awkwardly.

He smiled slothfully and began to speak.

"Alright, just let my change my-"

"No! I mean no need," I shook my head lightly in embarrassment. "You're just gonna check- okay, go get changed," his eyes began to droop slightly so I coughed to get his attention back.

"It's fine, I can't be bothered anyways," He said with a wave of his hand and walked outside with his light blue airplane pajamas and fluffy socks. Cute.

He entered my room and I followed behind right behind him, still a bit scared. He looked around and headed to my closet.

His cheeks became redder by the second after opening the door. Was he blushing? Why?

I followed his line of sight to see my drawer of bras. I mentally face-palmed. My cheeks burned a little.

"I don't think there's anything in here," he laughed softly. But it was one of those nervous laughs where you don't know what to do.

"Oh okay. Sorry for waking you up," I bit my lip.

"It's fine don't worry about it Heather," he smiled.

"G-good night. Um. You didn't see anything right?" I smiled anxiously.

"Nope. But cute panda bras," he winked at me and headed to his apartment.

I screamed internally and gripped the roots of my hair in frustration. That was so embarrassing! Maybe I was imagining things, right?

I sat back down at my desk and started typing again. The rest of the time I was working, nothing scary happened. And once I had finished my essay, I decided it was time for bed

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*beep beep*

My alarm woke me up, I sat up from my bed. I got dressed and ate breakfast. The school was so boring but I guess I had to get through it. Plus, I'd spent all night on my essay to finish. Granted, I wrote it last minute, but still!

I rode my bike to school, with my backpack slung over my shoulders. Even though it's about a mile away and I could walk it, I was too lazy to.

Finally, at school, I do what I did every day. Stare out of the windows, daydream, eat lunch, pretend to listen to teachers, and eventually leave after waiting for the bell an excruciatingly long time.

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Walking through the hallway, I pass Namjoon's door. Maybe I should apologize. Even though I was more embarrassed than he was. I knocked carefully on his door.

"It's open!" He said behind the door. I pushed down on the handle to find a shirtless Namjoon.

"Ahraa!" I quickly turned around, trying to leave.

Before turning away from him, I saw that he had frozen in place.

I stood right in the doorway. "Er.. Sorry about what you saw?" I said it more like a question rather than a statement. Thank goodness he couldn't see my burning cheeks.

Hearing footsteps I panicked. Was he right behind me?!

"It's fine. I've seen things like that before. Now I've seen yours," he chuckled.

"Um, I just came to apologize. Guess I'm done now," I said and rushed out of the room as fast as I could.

I slammed my front door and leaned against it. What the hell was he saying to me?

Opening my bedroom, I saw a guy standing in the middle of the room. Around the same age as I was. So pretty young. His back was facing me. He had brown hair which was parted in the middle. It looked so soft and smooth.

I cleared my throat and he turned around with a warm smile on his face. He had slight chubby cheeks and pink lips. Does he work here?

"Um. Hi," I gave a short wave. "W-what are you doing in my room?" I asked cautiously.

"This is your room? I thought it was mine. Cos I've lived here since 2007," he furrowed his brows.

If I remembered correctly, there were two women about 10 years or so older than me, who were talking about how no one has lived in this apartment for 10-something years. I was the first person willing to take it since I needed a place to stay. And urgently. Apparently, this 23-year-old dude died here. But it wasn't like a bloody murder or anything. I wasn't sure of all the details but the place was pretty cheap cos of the whole dead guy thing. So, I took it.

I could feel the goosebumps on my skin as I started to realize what this meant.

So, from 2007 to 2017, it's been about... 10 years. I froze, my lips parted, eyes widened.

I gasped and sprinted to Namjoon's apartment, hurriedly knocking on the door. I know I've been running to him plenty of times now, but I was scared!

"Yeah?" Namjoon responded. I heard footsteps and he opened the door. With his shirt on this time. Thank goodness. I sighed.

"T-there's a ghost in my bloody room!" I freaked out as I sort of screamed but he immediately cupped my mouth with his right hand.

"Calm down. Lower your voice, and repeat what you said," he removed his hand.

"There's a ghost inside my room." I whimpered.

"There's no such thing as ghosts, sweetie. You're probably just hallucinating," he had an amused look on his face.

"I. Am. Not. Hallucinating," I spoke every word with annoyance.

"Heather, listen, you've been through a lot and it's only normal to feel a little strange," he put his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm not hallucinating!" I yelled.

"Stop shouting, okay?"

I sighed, nodding.

"There's nothing wrong with me. I'm perfectly fine and there's a ghost in my room," I stared at him, waiting for a response.

He just looked at me with a blank expression.

"You still don't believe me?" I asked, looking like that straight-faced emoji, (if you're confused, please refer to -_-).

"You should know by now that I'm the type of person who only believes things once I've seen them with my own eyes."

I scoffed, "well I wouldn't be here right now if I was lying."

"Okay, let's pretend I believe you and I'll come and check your room. Alright?" He smiled.

"Alright," I mumbled.

We both walked into my bedroom, with Namjoon leading the way while I cowered behind him.

"I don't see anything Heather. Maybe someone was just confused and they went into the wrong room," he shrugged.

I huffed, "maybe."

Namjoom smiled and shook his head, then left to retreat back to his apartment.

But if it was just someone who had mixed up their room, how did they have the key? I thought there was only one. And he said that he'd been living here too...

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Edit (11.21.18) I revised this chapter! You can see the difference!