A pull I'd say, was what brought me to this place, bright sunshine beaming down on me ironically while I walked down the gravel path, past the forgotten graveyard.

A buzzing - like bees talking, had been haunting me throughout the day and I had searched for a way to get rid of it, but was - like usually - not lucky.

The buzzing had eventually developed into a hammering headache, until I gave into this humming voice, which was urging me to go here.

It was sad in a way, how I let my day be ruled by these ghosts, doing or reaching nothing but to repeatedly let myself get into danger, because my dumbass is to weak to just run away from the monsters invading my head.

good girl

The buzzing voice purred, when my feet moved towards the empty church I was told to go to.

ugh

Churches

Here's the thing with churches: All of them, no matter what religion they belong to, seem to have one thing in common, and that's death. So it's no surprise that churches are the by far scariest places for me. Yet I was walking straight into one.

The big wooden door groaned softly when I pushed it open, revealing an empty space, probably looking inviting to most people, with it's large, sun flooded windows and glowing dust hovering in the air tenderly.

But - you guessed it - I'm not most people. That's why I saw the sobbing, pale girl cowering in the corner, as well as the blood stained man sitting in front of the organ, playing a silent song only he could hear. Both of them were dead, that was for sure.

My first initial thought was that the man had been the one calling for me, because he was sitting in the center of the church and had seemingly been in a important position in his lifetime.

But I was proven wrong when the pale girl jerked her head upwards all of a sudden, causing me to let out a shriek.

I felt my heart race in my chest, when I saw her face; black holes where her eyes were supposed to be and a demonic smirk on her lean face.

Why, just why can't I fucking stay away from places like that?

The girl snickered with her strange, humming voice, jerking onto her feet. At the same time the organ player's music started to echo through the church and the ghost-girl made her first steps in my direction.

heard so much about you

her voice chimed up in my head

's going to be a feast

My breath stopped and I started walking back wards hastily, feeling her presence getting closer and closer to me like thousand needles piercing my skin.

What did I do? Why did I come?

Her nauseating snickers became louder and louder and my instincts finally kicked in and I turned around to get the fuck out of here-

- but my face made promptly contact with a firm chest, causing me to yelp as I stumbled back onto the floor.

I felt the ghastly girl's presence over me, pressing my eyes shut, thinking that 'yes, this is the end' when I heard a sharp sound striking to the air.

Just like that, the organ music stopped. And I felt the ghost's hurtful presence disappearing into thin air.

I breathed heavily, heart pounding in a ridiculously fast pace as I finally allowed myself to open my eyes, immediately spotting my savior above me; the man who had saved me from the shadows two days ago smiled down at me charmingly, reaching out his hand to help me up.

His hand was warm and firm when I took it, strong arms helping me to stand on my wobbly legs.

"Jesus, how are you getting yourself into these situations every time we meet?" He asked ironically, sliding the sword, he had probably used to get rid of the ghost, back under his black coat.

"Dunno." I mumbled, feeling dizzy, "Fuck, I'd wish I wasn't so dumb."

He hummed, eyes scanning my body, "You want to sit down? You don't look that steady."

I just nodded, thankful for his proposal, as well for him staying here and not pushing me to some bus station. I was curious about him, which I've never been before.

We slid into one of the seat rows, empty church seeming safe and warm all of a sudden.

I glanced at the man next to me, wary not to sit too close to him, and even more suspicious about his weird, content smile.

"I don't meet many people like us." He confessed, eyeing me softly, "How do you feel?"

I wasn't sure wether he was talking about how I felt in the moment or in general, but neither was that great, so I just answered: "I'm used to it."

He scoffed, leaning back against the hard wood, coat revealing black pants and a grey tee underneath, "A young girl like you really shouldn't be." He glanced down at me, "Did you tell anyone about it?"

I shook my head silently.

The man gave me a look close to impressed, "Not even your parents?"

Now it was on me to scoff, "That'd be hard."

He leaned his head back with a sigh, "I see..."

My eyes spotted the shiny metal item he hid under his coat and a spark of curiosity flashed through my body, "What's that?"

His eye dropped down to where I pointed to, "It's called a sword, honey."

( it looks like this btw)

I rolled my eyes, "I know asshole, but a sword doesn't usually kill ghosts."

A grin tugged his lips upwards, body fully turning towards me, while his fingers unconsciously played with the leather handle, "It does if you find the right one."

"The right one?" I echoed a bit dumbly, endeared by the information I just got.

He just giggled, "I really don't know how to explain it, but things by ghosts can kill ghosts, you know?"

"A ghost can't die though." I reminded him, "That would imply they die twice."

His grin widened, "Such a smart girl. You're right, they don't die as in the traditional sense of 'dying'. Their... soul just kinda disappears. Forever, I guess."

"So that girl that talked to me is gone forever?" I checked - just to make sure, ya know.

"Yea- wait, she talked to you?!" He looked confused, frown apparent on his handsome face.

I hummed, "They do it all the time."

"Interesting." The man muttered, "What did she say?"

I blinked, recalling a lot of things I've been told. Usually the same things, as they always seemed to lure me to come to them. Until.... now. I shivered when I remembered, "She said 'I heard so much about you, it's going to be a feast."

"Very interesting..." He repeated, eyes staring into space.

"Well, never mind." He snapped out of it abruptly, now smiling friendly, "I'm Hoseok - no need to tell me your name, stop looking at me like that - and I think we'll meet more often from now on."

A small smile tugged on my lips, "I sure as fuck hope so or I'll be a dead girl soon."

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Ok so I found this fanart and it fit wayy to well-

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