Looking back down the corridor to make sure her parents were still in the kitchen, Hazeh bit her lip and frowned. The room had peeling, old wallpaper, floorboards that had scratches on them and mirrors that looked like had been painted over with black paint. The corridor she had just looked back at, was exactly the same as she left it. For a moment she felt nostalgic, but it soon passed. There was nothing in the room except a desk without a chair, it had three drawers and was bare on the top. Sceptically, Hazeh slowly stepped into the room, stopped to wait if anything would happen, and then shut the door behind her. Was the room always locked or did her parents lock it?

Standing before the desk, Hazeh realised that there was a thick level of dust on it; her parents hadn't been touching the desk at least. Firstly listening for her parents, she opened the top drawer, inside was a black, wooden folder; she put it on the desk. In the second drawer was a grey book, she also put that on the desk. The third drawer was more difficult to open but she managed to open it without any noise, inside there was a few large brown envelopes, gathering the folder, book and envelopes she walked to the door. Her heartbeat dropped at the sound of a door being slammed, she opened the door to see her father grumpily stomping up the stairs. Letting out a breath, Hazeh swiftly escaped the room and shut the door quietly.

Her head against the wall, she had three objects she stole from the room laid on her bed with her. Hazeh hadn't opened anything, she was surprisingly content with them just being close to her. Part of her wanted to visit Jimin instead of snooping through what could be his things, the other part was her curiosity. Guiltily, she opened the folder to find it to be a photo album. The first photo was of an Asian woman with black hair to her shoulder with a purple bow wrapped in her hair, she was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse, she wore black stockings and black heels. She was smiling widely at the camera, arm in arm with a man much taller than her. The man had a stick like figure and he too looked Eastern Asian, he wore a grey suit with a black tie and black shoes, at first glance he looked like he was scowling but in fact he was trying to smile. They looked like they were in a garden full of flowers, the colours blurred into the background. A familiar sensation crawled up Hazeh's shoulders when she looked at the photo with more concentration, had she seen these people before?

Turning to the next page, her eyes caught a photo of a wedding, of the same two people from before. The woman was smiling just as brightly as before and the man looked like he was trying too hard to smile. They were also linking arms like before, they seemed happy. The next picture was of them with a baby bundled up in blankets, the woman looked very tired but still smiled for the photo, the man was looking down at the baby, smiling; she looked like she was in a hospital bed. Another photo was of a child with messy black hair in brown trousers, that looked too big for him, and a white shirt, was pointing at a kitten on the road. The last picture was of the happy family standing in front of the house, except it looked more new, the boy was now a man with orange hair and he was clutching the woman's arm with one hand and the other in father's pocket, he was smiling widely like his mother did before; except his mother was only smiling gently. Hazeh was about to turn the page when she looked back, at the top of the photo there were tiles, falling down..directly on top of the family. Throwing away the album, Hazeh squeezed her arms as she held herself in an embrace. The young man looked exactly like Jimin.

Not as enthusiastically as previously, Hazeh held the second item in her hands, a black book. The book looked old, it had stains on the cover and had black ink smudged in, without opening it Hazeh could see the pages were so yellow they were nearly brown. The cover was wooden and it didn't have any writing on either sides, not even on the spine. Hazeh opened the first page to;

To whom ever this book falls into the hands of, please, be extremely careful and wary of the power it possesses. For this book to be in the wrong hands, God forbid all of us if this was to happen, then this needs to be destroyed. This was only a simple journal I kept to look back on once I had grown old and tired, I'm sad to admit that I don't think I will live to see the next full moon. Keep this book in a safe and secure place, do not let anyone near it that could possibly take it the wrong way.

The writing was rather messy and looked like the writer had wrote it quickly.

"What could be so dangerous about a book?" Hazeh mumbled to herself as she turned the page. "A book can't hurt you."

24th November 1950

We moved into our new house today, thankfully, none of the villagers asked where we came from when we stopped for groceries; they seemed like a lively bunch, even if their smiles creeped me out. When we got out of the car and tried to take a photo some tiles came crashing down on us, no one was hurt, maybe the house just doesn't want us to move in? The old lady at the shop told Jihyun that the last people who lived here were a newly wed rich couple who ended up stabbing each other to death. Jihyun is beginning to believe the house is haunted, she seems generally scared. It seems like every minute of today I've had to reassure her that there is no such things as ghosts. Jimin seems overjoyed with the house, even at his age he acts like a child, I scold him for being childish but I secretly like him being how he is. He is a replica of his mother, I'm glad he isn't anything like me.

Hazeh turned to the next page.

26th November 1950

Jimin's room has damp in the corners and mould near the window, once winter is over I'll have to start renovating. Jihyun and I's room looks like something a royal family would sleep in, everything on the bed seems to be expensive velvet, even the pillows are full of goose feathers. Jihyun seems to be more agitated than before, she is always wanting to be outside, whenever I ask her what's wrong she replies that I wouldn't believe her. As long as she doesn't stab me to death I will leave her be.

27th November 1950

Jimin has now too noticed Jihyun's odd behaviour, he caught her talking to Jwi this morning before breakfast. Jihyun and I have decided we should arrange a marriage for Jimin, considering I have never seen him ever talk to a girl outside the family, we thought best we'd take it into our own hands; he is twenty years old after all. At his age I had already met Jihyun and was doing everything I could to impress her. I don't think it will be hard to find Jimin a suitable wife, he's kind, gentle and sweet, that's what girls want, isn't it? Even now I'm not sure how a woman's mind works, I don't think they do either.

Shrugging her shoulders, Hazeh turned the page.

2nd December 1950

Jihyun spent the night in the forest the night before, I don't know what came over her, according to Jimin she just walked out of the house after dinner and into the forest. She was shivering and looked lost when we brought her inside. When I asked her why she was in there in the first place she burst into tears, I wonder if she's worried about the war back home. We haven't spoken a word of it since arriving in England, it was an unspoken rule to not talk about it. Jimin had to ring a doctor to check if she had caught anything while she was in there, when we told the doctor our address, he apologised and put the phone down. With Jimin's help we got her warm enough for her to sleep safely.

11th December 1950

Thankfully, Jihyun has snapped out of her trance and is now just as excited as Jimin is about Christmas. I have always found it admirable of Jimin to keep on smiling, his friends are in the war fighting whilst he's here safe and sound, I bet the guilt is eating him away. I would like to be able to sit down with him and talk to him about it but he's always been a mother's boy so maybe I'll ask Jihyun.

19th December 1950

Jwi seems to be wanting to dig up the house, she is always scratching at the floorboards, Jimin had to keep her out of the house to keep us all from going mad. Like wise, Jihyun started painting the mirrors black this evening, I asked why and she told me she didn't like seeing things that weren't there. Not wanting to disturb her peace, I let her be.