ㅡ jisung

I woke up and noticed that it's already night. I turn on my lamp and look out the window, the moon not there.

I checked the clock and it's 2:35 am.

I get up from my bed and saw the box Kigyeong gave me open.

What? I left that close.

I walked closer to it and luckily, everything is still there.

I was about to close it until I saw one picture. My eyes widened when I took a closer look.

I close it and quickly grab my backpack before putting all I need inside it.

I get dressed in ripped jeans and a black hoodie. I put my black cap on and grab my keys. I wore my shoes before leaving the house.

I stepped out of the house and saw a car. It then stopped in front of me. The window opened and it was Jongsook.

"Why are you..."

"Heading to the mansion?" He asked then I nodded. He opened the door and told me to get in.

"Are you gonna go too?" I asked as he started to drive.

"No, but I had a feeling you're gonna go there." He said and I remembered the picture.

"Can you hurry up, please? This is urgent. I need to be there before 3 am." I said then he nodded and starts driving quickly.

A few more minutes, he stopped in front of the mansion's gate.

"This is as far as I can go. If I enter, they might attack me. I'll be here if you need me." He said then I thanked him.

I get off the car and stare at the gates. It then opened by itself. I look back at Jongsook but he only gave me a nod.

I take a deep breath before going inside. The gate closing on its own. I head to the main entrance and just like last time, the door opened by itself.

I entered and everything was dark, really dark. The door closed by itself and everything lit up.

My eyes widened when all the lights turned on. I look around and everything was untouched like last time.

But it has no dust.

It looks completely new.

I start to hear footsteps from the staircase and focused my eyes on it.

I saw Harin walking down the stairs. She was wearing a blue dress and her hair was brunette brown. Her eyes were amber brown like her father.

I heard that she's the only own who inherited their father's eyes.

She walked closer to me, her heels making sounds that echo in the room.

She stopped in front of me and I was able to study her face features.

"You're so beautiful," I said and she smiled softly.

"Thank you. You're so handsome." She placed her hand on my cheeks.

I held her hand and leaned in closer to my lips, kissing it. She chuckled and her eyes softened.

"Are you here.. to help me?" She suddenly asked and I looked at her eyes, softly nodding.

"I'm sorry if it will make you uncomfortable. We can just not talk about it." I said but she only shakes her head.

"I'm sure you want to know the truth." She looks down before looking at me again.

"I'll tell you everything that happened but please, don't tell anyone." She said, almost in a whisper.

"Okay.." She smiled and reach her hand out, waiting for me to hold it.

I accepted and held her hand. She led me to the living room. She let me sit down and she sits down across me.

"Can you tell me how it started?" I asked then she nodded.

"It started when I was 6.."

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Harim was playing with Jongsook in her backyard with their dog.

"Honey, we have a visitor." Jonghwan, their dad said. The children look at their dad and saw a man behind them.

"Omo, hello. Welcome to our home." Herim, their mom shakes hands with him.

"Lee Hwanoong. A pleasure to meet you." He said then eyed the kids. Jongsoo and the Haeun immediately looked away, feeling uncomfortable with that man.

"Kids, come here for a second." Their mom called them and they came running to their parents.

"Hwanoong, meet our eldest son, Jongsoo. Our twins, Haeun and Hana. Our second son Jongsook. Our third daughter, Harin and our last daughter, Hera." Jonghwan said and Hwanoong smiled at the three before kneeling down to Jongsook and Harin.

"Why they're wonderful." He said, smiling sweetly at Harin. Their mother told them to go back to playing to keep them busy.

"I heard that you're a dollmaker." Herim said and he nodded.

"Indeed I am. Jonghwan here told me that you want an order?" He tilted his head and she nodded.

"Our daughter is turning 6 and she likes collecting dolls. We want a special doll for her." Jonghwan said, wrapping his arms around her.

"What kind of doll? Can I ask her?" He said, eyeing Harin that's now sitting down, watching her brother play.

"Yes, sure," Herim said and Hwanoong thanked them before sitting down beside her.

"Hello, Harin." He said and Harin sweetly smiled at him.

"Hello~"

"If you don't mind me asking, what type of dolls do you like?" He asked, smiling.

"I like dolls that are really cuddly. Their long dresses and just have a cute soft smile on their faces!" She said, brightly and Hwanoong smirked.

"A baby doll, maybe?" He said and Harin pouted.

"Maybe a Victorian styled doll!"

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Harin stares at the table in front of her.

"I didn't know his intentions but when I received that doll, all I felt was the urge to protect it to stick with it." She said as she starts to grip on her own hand.

"It was scary. Ever since I had the doll, I felt like I was being controlled. Whoever touches it, will be cursed. Will be hurt by me.

That's why I don't want them to touch it. Whenever I try to forget about the doll, it just comes back to me." She said, terror, filling her eyes.

"It's like a demon or some sort?" I asked and she nodded.

"One night, I tried to throw it but when I wake up the next morning, its hands were around my neck like it was trying to choke me.

Ever since then I can't do those to the doll anymore cause when I keep doing it, I will actually die.

Whenever other people try to touch it, it will use my body to hurt them, to kill them even and I hate that." She covers her eyes.

"I killed my own big sister. I killed my own dad. I killed my precious mom and made my little sister's spirit to go into the doll.

I hate myself. I hate him. I hate the doll. I hate everything that happened because of me." She started to cry.

I walked to her side and hugged her. I caress her hair as she continues to cry.

She stopped crying and her eyes widened. I look behind me and saw someone there, a man.

He glared at me and run towards me, placing his hands around my neck as his grip became tighter.

"Jisung!"

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