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Episode 19

Ahreum

I have been wandering aimlessly around this world, it doesn’t even look like a world to me. This place looked like an unfinished painting, the edges melting and falling to pieces. The only definite scene is the place where Yooma lives at, her house. The only house visible and clear since the other buildings in the neighborhood were swirly and blurred.

I know that something seems odd about the house, almost telling me to not enter since I may have to witness something I cannot erase from my memory. But I have to know for myself what had happened to Yooma. I already know that she’s dead, but came back as another creature. I also do know that she massacred the guys working for Fei, and her parents were not happy about it, I mean. . . no one would be happy learning that their daughter single-handedly killed a group of grown up men.

Mustering all my remaining strength, I picked up my pace and walked towards the main door. My translucent body completely passing through the solid wood and entered, revealing her father drinking a cup of coffee at the dining table, while Yooma just arrived in the scene from her room upstairs.

“Did you packed your bags yet?” Her father casually asked, covering his face with newspapers and began to read. “You should be at the airport at 6 in the evening. As soon as you got the things you needed at school, be sure to contact me to pick you up.”

Yooma slightly nodded at him, although annoyance was written on her face. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, staring cautiously at his unsuspecting father.

“. . .what?” I asked myself in whirl of confusions, not knowing that Yooma was supposed to be at the airport today, attempting to leave the country is something I never heard of from her.

“The investigations are almost finished, my colleagues will eventually know that you’re the one behind all that.” His father continued, instantly making me know his intentions. He plans to throw Yooma in some country to escape the possibility of rotting in jail, and to possibly keep his name clear and undamaged from the acts of her daughter.

“Where did mom kept all the plastic bags?” Yooma interjected, obviously not listening to her father’s instructions. I walked to her direction, behind the counter as I watch her fumbling around it in search for the plastic bags.

Her father grunted and peeked an eye over the newspaper he was holding, staring at Yooma. “It’s under the kitchen sink.” He resumed in reading.

Yooma crouched down in front of the two handles of the small cabinet door, putting both her hand on it before pulling to open it. My feet trembled, almost making me fall on the ground but I immediately placed my hands on the table to support my weight. My eyes were wide and I swear it almost shed a tear, a tear of both agony and dread.

What lies inside the small cabinet, was a corpse of a woman. Forcibly curled to form a ball so it could fit inside the small space. Her eyes were opened widely, almost as if she died with the emotion of shock. Her skin was white, pale and bluish as if all the life in her was completely s—-d and drained.

Yooma, however, does not looked surprised nor scared. Instead, she slightly pushed the body away to retrieve the pile of plastic bags behind it.

While watching her leisurely rolling the bags thinly, a quick flash of memory passed through my eyes, completely leading me to another scene. It was night time outside, and her father just arrived from work, walking through the door. While Yooma was sitting on the couch and was reading quietly, silence overwhelmed the whole house.

“Is your mother asleep already?” Her father asked as he headed straight to the kitchen and stood beside the kitchen counter, where the body was hidden in a brutal way.

“Yes about an hour ago. . .” She replied, keeping a hawk eye on the man who was just meters away from the dead body.

A small smirk tugged on her lips as her unsuspecting father walked pass it, not even noticing the putrid smell it gives out.

My head felt painful all of a sudden, slowly sinking all the scenarios into my puzzled mind. She killed her mother, or worse, consumed her soul. But why didn’t she kill her father as well if she’s so worried that he might find the corpse.

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The flash of scene suddenly melted away as seconds passed, revealing me back to the place I was once, behind the counter, Yooma still rolling the plastic bags and her father reading a newspaper with a cup of coffee besides him.

Yooma began walking towards the door, grabbing her backpack and putting her shoes on. “Dad, I baked cupcakes for you and your co-workers.” She said, taking a glimpse of him behind her shoulder. Her hand resting on the doorknob as she waited for his father’s reply.

“Ah thanks, I’ll make sure to give it to them.” He replied, earning a menacing grin from Yooma but he was too occupied in reading that he wasn’t able to witness her daughter’s ominous expression from his reply of giving the baked delicacies to her office mates.

She exited the house, and not a moment too soon, I felt a shaking sensation and the whole house began melting away as well. But I remained the only thing that didn’t falter, the next thing I know is that I’m in a wide plain field, the floor green from the excessive grasses that encompasses the whole place.

Small and curved stones arranged sporadically in an array, made me realize that I was, no doubt, in a cemetery.
I darted my eyes from side to side before spotting Yooma standing infront of a certain stone that looked like it hasn’t been cleaned up for a lot of while with the mosses and plants enveloping it.

I walked to her direction, the blurred scene slowly becoming clearer as I neared her location. I stopped as I stood behind her, glancing at the stone that bore the name of Park Youngji.

“You don’t have to worry that much, It’ll be over tonight.” Yooma spoke as she stare at the engraved name. “I’ll avenge your miserable death. . . I’ll make them suffer like what they did to you. . .” She stopped for a moment, wiping her eyes before it form any tears.

“At least let me redeem my position as your friend. . .” She smiled, lifting the corner of her lips to form a smile.
“By killing those who resented you. . .”

Yooma took one long glance at the stone before turning away, walking in a slow pace. She went further and further until her figure completely melted away as she reached the drifting edges of this memory.

I turned back at the stone where Youngji was buried beneath, but was instead faced to faced with a faded, almost glowing figure of her standing in front of me.

My jaw dropped, noticing that she was staring at me and is aware of my presence. I am certain that no one in this place can see me, but she was directly staring at my eyes.

I looked for a word to say, my mouth trembling and instead formed undefined words. But before I could even speak of something understandable, Youngji interjected with her soft yet mournful voice.

“Please. . . Stop her.” She begged, a tear rolling in her eyes, pleading to me with utmost sincerity.

She glanced at the sky, noticing that it was slowly melting away and disappearinf made her realize that her remaining time to speak to me will be over in just a second.

The whole place crumbled, I can almost feel a shaking motion from the ground but Youngji remained still and steady at her spot, half of her body also crumbling and melting away with the scene.

“. . . heart.” She uttered with a concerned look before all of her body disappeared, leaving me in a void and dark place, only my body is present in here.

I widened my eyes at the realization that had come upon me. Yooma was the one behind everything, she’s the reason why there was an unexpected storm causing us to be trapped in the school. Why despite the numerous calls we made at the police station, no one came to help us. Why Youngji appeared, to stop her from her actions.

Everything made sense now, my mind that was once in a whirl of confusion became clear. I finally understood what I had to do to escape this nightmare.

And that is to kill Yooma
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Ah reum~

I fluttered my eyes open, only to be bombarded with the usual ungodly smell. It seems like I woke up in the same place where I lost my consciousness, inside the darkened classroom.
I sat up, rubbing my aching head as if I am extremely hangover. “Y-yebin? Seol ri?” I called out, shifting my head side to side although I couldn’t see anything from the lack of light.

No one answered.

Seol Ri isn’t here, neither is Yoo Ma.
I began panicking at the thought of what could have happened to them, I stood up and frantically looked for the way out of this classroom but my foot was caught by something that caused me to crash against the porcelain floor

“Ugh…” I whimpered, slowly pulling myself up and rub my twisted foot from the impact.

I heard whimpering sounds from the object I just tripped over, instantly making me know who it was.

“Yebin!” I said, rushing over to her side. My hands searched for her small hands through the darkness so I can hold it.

She wasn’t replying, only whimpering sounds were what her mouth was producing.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here.” I quickly yet gently pulled her up, and positioned myself to carry her on my back.

When I tried to stand up, my knees trembled. I began losing the remaining energy I had left. Since we’ve been stuck in this hell hole, we didn’t get a chance to eat or drink. My hunger and the desire to drink water is only making my condition worse, and for the fact that my foot is slightly twisted.

But throwing all my complaints aside, I must save Yebin first before myself.
She’s too young for this, only 7 years old, only a girl with many things to achieve in life. . . compared to me.
“I’m not letting you die…” I bit my lips, limping towards the corridors with her weight slowing me down.

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After a while of nonstop walking in a hallway filled with dead people, I couldn’t find Seolri, nor Yooma. Everything seemed to be eerily quiet, which only made me suspicious on to how the killing spree suddenly subsided without a fight.

I glanced over the window, but there’s nothing to be seen. Although the rain had stopped, the sound of the howling winds can still be heard.

How many hours have we been here exactly? And why is no one coming to our rescue when the storm already stopped. Surely, even though Yooma disposed the cops in advance, I’m sure there are still other rescuers.

If we can just walk out of this building then we’ll be able to escape and go to the streets where a lot of people is, or anywhere just not in this dreadful place. But I can’t leave now, not without Seolri, but Yebin needs medical help. Even though I can’t see her full state, I know she’s going through a lot of pain.

The sound of my rumbling stomach echoed throughout the silent hallway, snapping me from my deep thoughts. I’m hungry and my dry throat yearned for crisp aqua.

Aside from the constant rumbling of my stomach, my eyes were also slowly draping, I can feel it losing it’s sight, although there’s not much to see in this dark place.

“I must. . . not. . . die.” I uttered in a great need to do what Young Ji wants, so that everything would be in peace.

I walked a bit faster to save time, despite my twisted ankle so I could kill Yoo Ma already. But a question, that hinders my plan is. . . How? She’s a demon, she is cursed to have immortality, and I’m just a mere human.

My complicated thoughts were only put to a stop when I heard Yebin, humming a weird tone in a slow pace.

“Yebin? Are you awake?” I asked, feeling movements from her small body as I kept my gaze locked in front of me as to not trip once again.

Yebin, did not reply, hummed much more louder. I can feel her playing with my hair, twirling it with her finger. “Yebin, what’s with that song?” I asked again, glancing at her from behind my shoulder.

I can almost make out a glowing red light from her direction, when I strained my neck far enough, I realized that her eyes were the one emitting that unearthly glow.

“Byebye.” Yebin smiled, moving in a fast pace and sinking her teeth on my shoulder before I could even throw her off me.

“Gaaah!” I screamed, dropping her as I fell on the ground, I crawled away from her as fast as I could and aiming the light from my flashlight at her direction.

My eyes, once again, widened in shock. Standing before me was a completely different person. Still, she looks like Yebin but the gleaming red eyes and hoarse voice made me doubt if she’s the real Yebin or not. My blood stained her teeth as well as her mouth, flowing off of her chin and droplets fell on the floor.

“Where’s Yebin?! And where’s Seolri?!” I demanded, crawling backwards, my left hand applying pressure on my bleeding shoulder while the other holds my phone shakily.

“You don’t have to look for Seol Ri. . . she’s already dead.” she paused, walking towards my direction. She laughed in joy, seeing the scared and shocked look on my face. “And since everything is almost over. . .I want to play with Yebin, so I took her with me.”

“Where is she?!” I screamed, trying to stand up while she just watched me miserbaly trying to stand on my feet with an ominous stare.

“Well that would ruin the fun wouldn’t it? You have to find her before time runs out.” She smirked, closing in to my direction. She ran towards me getting ready to bite me again with her somewhat sharp teeth stained with my blood.

She tackled me, sending the both of us crashing on the ground. My eyes fell on a corpse besides the corridor, specifically about 17 inches away from me. A pool of blood bathing the floor, staining my white shirt as well as soaking my hair. Despite Yebin’s possessed body pinning me to the ground and while I was doing my best to keep her sharp teeth away from me using my hands, I caught notice of the huge shard stuck on the person’s stomach.

Struggling to keep myself away from the sharp teeth that is bound to pierce through my flesh, I lifted my other hand to reach for the shard. When I finally felt it my hands around it, I scrunched my nose as I pulled it off the dead person’s stomach as it creates a squishing noise, probably from their organs.

Without complaining much further, I swiftly plunged the shard deep into Yebin’s back making her scream in anger. She was about to hit my face with her hands, but the end for her came too early as she slumped down on me. Her tiny body resting on mine as blood gushed out of the stab wound I caused and dripping unto me.

I pulled of the shard, and once again made a squishing sound, from her back. Letting my hand fall on the blood stained ground. The body lying on top of me, suddenly became lighter and lighter until I can’t fell any weight on me anymore.

I turned my phone on, the light from it making me see that the body had turned into black smoke, hovering above me with red glowing eyes before it flew towards the dark part of the hallway in a fast pace.

“Tsk!” I hissed, as I felt my bleeding shoulder sting. I kept still and stared above me for a moment, the dim light from my phone illuminating the dirty white ceiling.

My body started shivering as I felt the coldness invade my body. I’m getting weaker every time I take a step forward. My hunger and thirst making it worse. What more, is that my shoulder is still bleedin even after I applied pressure on it.

“Stop her. . .”

A faint whisper pounded in my head, sending adrenaline rush through my veins and making me regain my self before the thought of me dying miserably consumes my mind.

I tried sitting up, but my stinging shoulder hindered me. “Ugh. . .” I wheezed, feeling tears falling from my eyes and landing on my blood stained skirt. “I. . .I can’t.” I whimpered, particularly to no one as my voice echoed throughout the ominous corridors. I slowly closed my eyes, wheezing and yelping as I felt all the life in my body draining.

I don’t even know if Yebin is still alive or is already dead like everyone here, we are already destined to die anyway. . . So what’s the point?

Dying is the best option.

“Stand up. . .” I suddenly sensed a presence in front of me. Until just a moment ago, this hallway had no signs of life in it, but now I could feel someone standing directly ahead of me. Standing and looking down at me.

Opening my eyes slowly, raising my head to look up. I saw a white, slender ankle in front of me. Shocked, I shot my head up. Standing before me was Youngji.

“Y. . .Yo. . . Youngji?” I stammered, crawling back as I felt a dreadful aura coming from her.

She didn’t reply nor speak, she just stared at me before crouching down.

“W-what are you doing?” I asked, watching her close her eyes before moving towards me until her fading figure completely merged together with mine. She just entered my body, and for some reasons, I can feel my strenght return to me. The agonizing sensation of dying disappeared, along with both the pain from my stinging shoulder and my hunger.

“Her heart. . .” I can hear her soft voice speaking in my mind, I stood up and grabbed the shard I used to stab the fake Yebin a while ago.

“What about her heart?” I asked, continuing my journey inside the pitch black to school.

“Her weakness. . . Stab her in the heart”

TBC

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