"Ugh. No google, I didn't mean good ghost."

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I had been researching for about 2 hours now. 

Found what?

Nothing. My notebook was still emptier than the brain cells rack in my head.

"Woah, ghost sex...? Sounds hot- No. Jungkook, stop procrastinating. Focus.", I flutter slapped my cheeks.

Moments passed by and the wild growl from my stunted waist didn't fail to deflect my attention.

"The sexy spirit will have to wait, I guess."

But just as my butt-cheeks abandoned the soft bed covers, a familiar ting  from my laptop shoved my scrutiny back to the ghost work. My body reclined with the mattress, opening the notification. However, my eye-brows knot together as I see another email from the no-reply user. 

The warm beam from my side-lamp turned chilly as the bulb abruptly flickered, the sound of unforeseen electric zaps making my soul spring out of my body. I glared the in vogue electronic down as the light remained static, gleaming my room just to go off again. 

And back on. 

And back off.

And back on.

And back off-

"I bought your ass for ₩857,451.69--  WHY ARE YOU SPASMING FOR?!", I yanked the plug out, sulking at possibly have gotten swindled when buying the glamorous-but-good-for-nothing-lamp.

With a deep exhale, the matter was placed in the back of my head whilst I clicked the email. 

My eyes squinted to read the information but only a meagre words through, I disregarded any further prompts, delightedly scribbling the address down, shutting my laptop and bouncing off the bed.

"HE'S A GHOST AND AN ACTOR! LET'S GET IT!"

The tiny rational lump in my brain tried yelling out warnings and red flags. However the rest of my mind screamed in fictitious victory, stating opposing facts.

Firstly, HOW did this person know I was looking for a ghost?  

It was only because he/she was the one to send me the story so they totally could've imagined that I'd go for a spirit hunt.

Second, HOW do they even know my person email?

Meh, not entirely my concern.

OKAY, third. What if there's a mass killer waiting for me at the location this person sent?

That won't be too bad, I'll just take Jimin. I'm sure he's capable of taking a couple of stabs for me.

Humming erratic melodies, I skip out of my room, grasping my phone and the car keys.

"Siri, call Dwarf "

"Now calling... 'Dwarf' "