Mark Lee was a handsome young man with of course stricking looks that would get you weak in the knees, He was afraid of ghosts and specialy the hausted house that was a few blocks down his house. He wasnt the richest but then had enough for a comfortable life, his bestfriends Jaemin and Renjun lived with him since they were far from home. Jaemin was a blacked haired beauty, hopelessly in love with Jeno the basketball heartthrob and Renjun was a Chinese who loved himself more than others. But Mark and Jaemin were his everything.

"Jaemin dont throw the ball on that direction dummy!" Mark begged the black devil who smirked aiming at the haunted house's window.

"Do you want us killed?" Renjun hissed at the boy. His red hair flying backwards as the three stood at the abandan yard behind the strip of houses where they usually played baseball or anything what they wanted.

"We need to find the mysteries. And shoot!!!" Jaemin threw the ball on a full on speed as it crashed into the highest window of the haunted house.

"FUCK!!!" Mark and Renjun freaked out running away.

"Mark you better get me my base ball which I spent 20 dollars on or I'm telling NangNang you like her." Jaemin grinned.

"What the fuck! It doesnt cost that much and wait, NangNang? Who is even that person?" Mark made a confused face.

"Non of your fatass concern. Now off you go get me my ball." Jaemin giggled. "Elders first." He snickered.

"You demon." Renjun clicked his tongue when he saw how afraid Mark was right now.

"Common. All that what they say are bullshit gossip queen rumors. Chill." Jaemin pushed Mark towards the high wall making the older gingerly lift himself up the parapet wall.

Non of them knew what actually lived inside, neither did they even know if there was any living being inside those walls. With a shaking body, Mark walked through the leaf filled garden, and into the lawn. When he knocked on the door no one answered, instead it creaked open letting him into a darkness filled sollitude smelling mansion with old furniture and a crusty smell.

"H-Hello? A-Anybody there?" Mark stammered, going up the dusty staircase that lead him to a train of rooms.

No response was given so he ran upstairs sweating with fear and found the broken window, it was a room, big and spacious, With big protraits of someone familiar but vague, it was dusty makingit hard to decipher. The bed had been just made, the bedside table clean and unsually filled with freshly crumbled white papers. The curtains flew in slow ghostly whispers as it over looked the road, the park and even Marks house and many more of Seoul. The room felt painful, like stained tears were dropped everywhere. The freshly broken broken glass on the wooden floor but no ball was there to be found. There was no electricity, for the wax of many candles sat on a far corner of the room. Marks heart was beating so loud it seemed like it was screaming. Bending down to check under the beds, Mark lee fucking froze when he saw long, sleek bare hairless legs crossed and a golden brown tuft of hair buried in the knees. It looked so real, Not like a ghost for it wasnt pale instead it had a golden hue. Marks heart stopped when the body pulled out a hand as it let the white base ball roll forth towards Mark. Wasting no time the blonde haired sprinted off the house with pale skin and a baseball in hand.

"Mark what did you see?" Renjun placed a thermometre in the shuddering boys mouth.

"Shit you have a 200 degree fever. Honey did you see the man? Or the girl or was the house empty?" The black haired demon sat cross legged on the olders bed.

Mark blacked out once again, the fifth time that week after he recalled the legs and the body. He could barely even speak or go to school. Blame Jaemin for all the shit, Renjun made him take care of Mark as a punishment. Mark couldnt sleep or think straight, he was throwing up for his fever and he felt like he was about to die. Yet he curious to know who that was.

"Mark you need to eat. Sorry baby I thought it would be fun." Jaemin pouted and got smacked by Renjun.

"We need to take him to the hospital." The Chinese sighed as the helped the boy up and took him downstairs into Marks care as Jaemin started the engine and drove off.

Mark sighed feeling like he would die any minute from now, he looked up at the haunted house as the car drove by. There she was, the shadow of a girl, the window now broken. Mark blacked out again on Renjuns shoulder.

"I swear he saw something bad." Renjun sighed glaring at Sly Jaemin.

"Common Junnie. He's turning twenty two and still afraid of ghosts. Seriously?" Jaemin rolled his eyes.

"You cant change somebody from who they are." Renjun ran his fingers through Marks blonde hair.

"He needs to grow up. But honestly speaking what the fuck did he see?" Jaemin frown slightly in deep thought.

"I wonder if the mansion is actually haunted like they speak of if." The Chinese pouted sadly genuinely worried for his bestfriend.

"Lets get him cured first and ask him with baby steps." Jaemin pulled into the hospital drive way.

"Who broke your glass darling?" The tall man sat next to the sleeping brunette. A shrugge was given.

"Want dinner?" The man patted the clothed butt. The frame woke up and hugged the olders neck nodding with a smile.

"Thats my darling. Daddy's going out of town for a day will my baby be okay?" The man kissed the forehead softly earning another nod. "Here you can draw all you want. Oh and please be safe for me? I'd never forgive myself if something happens to you." With that the tall man held the smallers hand leading them downstairs.