CHAPTER ONE

Silence. Empty.

Somehow, I fell from the sky.

Then the world goes dark.

And now I am here.

Falling is the best way to surround the sensation that engulfs me.

I began to dive deeper until I was lost in the dark forever. This is from my nightmare. Fall into the dark ravine. Fell into a dream.

Will I fall forever? Or am I going to crash into something? This is not limbo, right?

The warmth of life suddenly swam above my being.

Through the thin air fog, I could see the faint shadow of someone standing in front the hallway.

Slowly but surely what I call 'dreams' made the scenery around my position clearer. Everything is as clear as in the real world. However, I began to doubt whether this was a dream again or not. But the figure in front was still the same, in the form of a large black shadow that resembled a human.

Shortly thereafter, everything returned to its original black state and I only saw a vacuum that engulfed me.

I gasped as I felt something soft—almost transparent—touch my bare skin. Slowly but surely, I felt the fingers of the smooth, textured skin quickly communicate with one another with my hands full beside me, gripping firmly.

My warm hands contrast with ice cold. Its thumb caressed the back of my own hand.

For some reason the waves stopped in my chest and my throat tightened, begging to say 'no', 'stop', or anything else to be free from this choking dream.

Then, something unexpected happened.

It starts talking. But what came out was a faint murmur that I couldn't catch so quickly it spoke.

My heart stopped when I heard the crazy laugh that faltered as if the sound was coming from a broken old radio.

The sound of maniacal laughter filling the inner wall, tears running down my cheeks.

"I-"

"Don't leave—"

"—Love you ..."

"You won't—"

"—Understand my feelings—"

"I LOVE YOU!"

"I'LL NEVER LEAVE YOU!"

"TRAITOR!"

"FUCKING BITCH!"

My whole body trembled as these words echoed inside my skull. Each entered as a raspy whisper haltingly, before slowly becoming angry screams. A distorted rough voice made me unable to guess who it was.

But at least my previous guess was right. What is certain is that a man. The hand that gripped me was gone—making me relieved to death, but the sensation of her words that I could not understand was ignored for a while.

All I want is to wake up.

I don't want to be here. The presence or absence of something earlier. It's not a good sign anyway.

"I will always be there. Watch over you."

Finally, as anticipated, the air around me began to thin. Something pushed my forehead slowly and felt cold.

Suddenly everything is bright. Too bright that I feel nauseous.

My body is breathing heavily as a direct reaction. My eyes finally escaped from the plaster of the unconscious and saw a pale, opaque ceiling.

I hurried to sit and parting bangs filled with cold sweat in nervously. Then look at the clock that showed two o'clock in the morning.

I don't usually wake up at this hour.

I shook my head, unable to remember the dream I had just experienced. But, once again, it was only a dream.

Yes. Just a dream.

I moaned. Dropped my head, was about to be caught by a pillow, but only met a soft mattress. Surprised, I woke up again confused and looked around. Just realized that my pillow was somehow thrown or lost.

I turned so that half of my body was propped up on the bed, craning my head to see the rectangular object under the bed—which was very strange considering it was found in the middle of the bed.

Now, this makes me a little worried.

I hurried away and squatted on the side of the bed, picking up a pillow as fast as possible, as if there would be something scary that would catch my hand from there.

Another city.

Another school.

Another house.

She didn't really ask for this, but here she is.

Krystal unloads the items after she move.

The day before she had no time due to taking care of her school transfer letter, and also she was too tired to do everything herself. Only her bedroom upstairs she had finished.

While pushing the boxes using her feet, Krystal looks around the large living room that is still relatively empty and dust spreading everywhere. This house is very big, so big for only accommodate one person.

She couldn't help wondering why her mother and father had bought she a mansion as old as this and its furniture while they were abroad— doing bullshit work, who knows when they might come home.

4 months ago they planned she to move from the campus and her place of residence to Shibuya and would make Krystal calm after news of bullying in her school caused someone to commit suicide—even though Krystal had insisted that she had nothing to do with it.

And the semester will start tomorrow.

Sometimes her parents are too protective, but still prioritize work.

But look now, they even left me alone.

As the only child of a wealthy parent, she was almost given whatever she wanted, but unfortunately all she wanted was the presence of her parents who had often left her alone at home since she was young. Because of that, Krystal's personality is rather bad, even though her friends are worse than her.

Although she didn't feel accustomed to loneliness at all. That girl began to think that they would never return. A maid who has worked at the old house is on leave because she has her own family's business.

Krystal exhales slowly through her lips. Poor uncle Nina has heart failure and has to be hospitalized and who knows when the maid will plan to come here. At least with Nina by her side, Krystal doesn't really feel pathetic.

After finishing cleaning up in a long time until it was dark outside. Placing a wall clock using a wooden ladder, the girl closed living room window curtains and went to the bathroom quickly.

Soon she was ready with her pajamas and looked at the fridge to see what she could eat.

"Damn! I forgot to buy groceries." She muttered between tooth. A sigh of breath came out from her lips.

After all, she only had two eggs, half-filled milk, mayo, cereal boxes, several types of fruits and simple cheese. There isn't even rice. But thanks to the British culture that comes from her mom, she doesn't always need rice like most Japanese do.

Krystal takes makeshift food ingredients to make a fruit salad and a glass of warm milk.

As soon as she finished preparing her food, she went to the living room across the hall from the guest room.

Opened the door using her shoulder—because it had to be full—this blonde woman watching television to accompany her quiet dinner.

Or prefer being rejected, when an uneasy feeling suddenly strikes her stomach. She thinks it would be better if she refused and only focused on her activities.

It's just a stupid feeling that doesn't mean anything.

In addition, she had discussed every room for people who weren't expected to be at home. Likewise, all the curtains have been closed tightly, so no one can peek inside and watch them.

Now, sitting on the couch, she put a small plate on the table with the remote control requested. She began to search for channels and stopped at comedy shows—which somehow felt out of place in the bleak atmosphere of the house.

When the food is finished, Krystal turns off the television and takes the cutlery. It didn't take long to store and place it on a dish rack. She washes her hands in the sink when she suddenly feels something walking past her.

Instantly, she jumped upside down only to find there was nothing there. She winked and shook her head. Assume it's only because of interaction.

She decided every day to remember that the clock was eleven o'clock.

After making sure everything she needs for school, Krystal lay on her comfortable bed, pulling the blanket to the comfort of the end of her chin.

But she couldn't stop feeling the air, trying to freeze like in winter. Thinking only the air conditioner, she quickly turned off the electronics. And forced herself to sleep, and finally succeeded after changing positions several times.

Unaware of the arrival of the dark eyed looked at her from the corner of the room. An amused smile played on its lips.

"Krystal, honey, is everything alright there? And what about the new house we bought for you?"

No. I'm not fine—She thought bitterly. It would be better if I only stayed in an old house or hotel rather than this dilapidated and dirty house.

"I'm fine. This house needs serious repairs here, besides a sturdy roof, lots of dust everywhere and things are very old. Thanks to you, I got a place to stay that wasn't much worse than a hut in the middle of nowhere." She answered between her teeth clenched tightly.

"I'm so sorry, dear, we just want the best for you. You know, your old university had a bad reputation with the news that students there were no good until someone committed suicide. I just didn't want it to affect your grades and safety."

Unbelieveable.

Krystal rubs her head in rage. Just because of the unclear rumors recently, she had to transfer college and the most dramatic thing was to move into a house that had been abandoned for years?

"I know. It's just ... isn't this a bit excessive? Why do you have to move me to this house, in another city? Why not just go to a hotel or buy a new house in the same city? So what's with our house?"

The teenage woman closed the cabinet door after taking a jar of jam, smearing margarine and peanut butter on the bread she had just finished baking, being careful not to set her arms on fire by placing two buns on a wooden board.

A sigh sounded from across the phone. "Your father and I agreed that you need to study independently. Oh, and our house is being renovated, so you will be living there temporarily. Only temporarily, all right?"

Krystal's eyebrows fused when she heard that. Since graduating from high school she has longed to live alone, in an apartment— regardless of where she earns—only to be free from her parents protective behavior.

She put the knife roughly—almost slammed it on the kitchen table. "Then why didn't anyone tell me about renovations? Am I not entitled to know? Am I too young to take care of everything myself?"

Silent for a moment.

Until she hear a familiar deep voice from a distance. "This is a small matter. Don't be childish! The most important thing now is that you enjoy your time living there, and when we finish work, the house is completely renovated, you will transfer to another college in Osaka. Your father has called me to a meeting. Be good there. See you later, honey. I love you. "

Krystal snorts in response. "Whatever."

While taking a deep breath, Krystal looked flatly at the bread and milk she had prepared on the dining table. Her appetite disappears instantly.

My life is full of drama. Very good. Very nice.

Krystal turns around to get the keys to her house and school bag from the room. As the twenty-year-old girl walked briskly to the top, a look of spite disturbing her beautiful face, she suddenly felt her feet freeze at the turn of the stairs. Causing the grunt expression to disappear.

A scream broke out from her lips when Krystal failed to get her balance by gripping the ladder pole. She froze for a few moments, satisfied that her heartbeat was thumping, before staring intently at the dissatisfied stairs.

Holly shit—She thought angrily. Her blood was boiling with anger as well as anxiety from her earlier publication. Climb the stairs with a sour attitude.

Stupid parents.

Stupid house.

The only thing agreed upon was her mom and dad workshop which was submitted. She found growing hatred against their insane behavior and the way they decided to move her lives from Osaka, if necessary an home in England, which she loved deeply.

Krystal open the white wooden door, take the belongings and go back down then take shoes and walk to the bus stop.

She prefers to enjoy the scenery while taking shops in the streets of Shibuya, in addition to memorizing every path she goes through so as not to be misdirected as well.

Which upset her is because she father refuses to buy her a car although she knows how to drive.

The college where the college is located right on the edge of town, so it's about 30 minutes drive from home.

The fresh, hard air biting her exposed skin as she crossed the road, was moved in the pocket of her denim jacket.

Looking up, Krystal let out a sigh when she saw the bus stop. Three women waited there, standing side by side, discussing something. All of them were girls under her age wearing high school uniforms.

One who has short brown hair above the shoulder and looks fine, except with a dark circle underneath, while a facial expression that shows a strange spirit.

Krystal returned through, standing near the slender iron pole that is moved beside the chair.

The group votes are liked as if they were close friends.

Usually Krystal will ignore a girls talk about bullshit, but today the girl who spent a glance at her looks more cheerful. Her sharp ears rising up.

"I've been working there for several months after the case in the old school building."

"What? Why? How can you work with Shibuya-san, Mai?"

The one called Mai chuckled softly. "Because I need money, of course. Besides, this way I can see ghosts who have disturbed the house in our case before."

Paranormal activity?—Krystal pondered. She used to watch various kinds of horror films and research. She even took part in parapsychology.

"Unfair!"

"Lie!"

"I want to work with him too."

"How about we propose to be a ghost hunters?"

"EH~"

One of them screams and whines like a baby, causing wrinkles on Krystal's forehead. Her turquoise green eyes glanced sarcastically. She really hates noisy, annoying people and small children.

What kind of fools follow people they like to be like this? Even force yourself to work on something that isn't necessarily understood correctly.

Suddenly the loud sound of a vehicle approaching broke the half-English woman from her mind, jerking her head up to see the bus stop and slowly open.

Quickly, Krystal walks up the steep steps, focusing her feet to reach her isolated seat, far behind.

Krystal takes a breath through her nostrils before playing with her nails which have been painted green and yellow pastel. She has a habit of changing nail polish with different colors.

Even so, her way of thinking settled in a place called Shibuya and psychics.

"Do you know that housing in the middle of the forest was long abandoned?"

"Ah, you mean a big house not far from here, right?"

"Yes, yes, it is said that the house has been sold and is owned by a student my children age."

Her shoulders tensed when she heard the gossip of two mothers who were sitting right to the right of her chair. She glanced at them through the tail of her eye with a flat expression.

An old hut in the middle of nowhere? Am I what they mean?

"Eh? Really? Isn't that dangerous instead? Does she live there alone?"

blonde haired woman hummed in thought. "Unfortunately, yes. Her mother, who bought the house even though she was told about terrible rumors about the history of the old owner, but she said she still bought it for her daughter. Besides, it is practically cheap and the house is big enough, anyone would want to buy the house. If only nothing happens to every young woman who occupies the house, I will buy it for a long time and live there with my child. "

"It's a dream house, even though it has to pay more for repairs. My son's friend, who once accidentally entered the area of the house said that he saw the shadow of a tall man from the window. Could that be it landlord?"

"Terrible. I'm sure it's not only him who lives there. Maybe even that poor woman is a wandering spirit."

What the hell they're talking about? What they mean by rumors and what is their relationship with poor women? If her mother heard this unpleasant news, why didn't she tell her? And who is that woman they are talking about?

Ah, Krystal snorts. She forgot her mother was skeptical of baseless rumors, especially when it was connected with ghosts. Luckily, Krystal was not prohibited from studying parapsychology, with one condition, one day she would become the heir of the company.

The school day passes like it's blurred. Right now Krystal is at the supermarket, needs to buy some food and cleaning. As well as to memorize the city.

Well. The shopping list is quite long, especially since she recently moved so she has a lot to buy. Being accustomed to not eating rice, she needed to buy more sandwiches and pasta.

There is spaghetti, sausage, sugar, tea, coffee, bacon, milk, cheese, pasta sauce, meat, fruits and vegetables.

Oh, and don't forget about wine.

It's been a while since she drank wine. Moreover, her parents never stopped to remind her to never drink alcohol, even though the woman was legitimate to drink in England. Surely she had been secretly hiding from them.

Unlike others, Krystal always drinks alone, the most she likes is wine and beer.

Especially in here, Japan, requires people to drink for at least 20 years old.

Krystal pushes the grocery trolley to the rightmost shelf, where she picks up the pad box, new tissue, laundry soap and shower soap.

She stretched her neck to look for where the breakfast ingredients were. Then take two boxes of cereal and bread.

That is the last list.

Finally she was in front of the cashier. Luckily, the store wasn't too crowded so she could directly pay.

The rickety wooden door is pushed open, throwing bursts of autumn wind when Krystal enters, quickly closing, once again she is in the warm comfort of her home. Quickly taking off her jacket, she hung it on a hanger, kicked her shoes at random and put on home slippers.

Without wasting time that woman ran into the kitchen carrying a heavy grocery bag and clumsily putting her belongings where they should be.

When finished, she poured drinking water from the bottle of the fridge and headed for her room. The blonde girl laid down her belongings before lying on the sofa near the window. She felt tired after traveling home from campus with a bus that continued shopping at the grocery store.

She reached into her bag and tried to take the earphones. She intends to listen to a song and close her eyes.

Using her earphones, Krystal turned the volume of her music loudly. While enjoying the beat of her favorite music and rapper, when suddenly the song stops and lights up on its own.

Krystal who is disturbed glances at her cellphone battery which is still full of confusion. Then the music flashed again and a few seconds died. It continued to repeat until the song accidentally turned to an instrumental piano song that she had never heard.

It was even more frightening when she caught a strange static and though she was reluctant to listen carefully. It voice was like a man's groans.

Her shoulders stiffened. A second later she immediately threw her cellphone and earphones onto the coffee table, then moved from her place.

"Damn it! Can't I relax at home alone," She grumbled angrily as she rubbed her hair.

Although a little reluctant, she was too tired to deal with the strangeness in this house. So Krystal takes her clothes and changes directly to her pajamas.

A few hours after he watched the girl fall asleep, Rey couldn't stop smirking. She is close. Very close. He could almost approach it and bend in front of her face so he could force his lips against her lips.

It has been a long time since he could do any of these things, and now the opportunity to do so is increasingly possible.

He wondered if her lips were as soft as they looked, he wondered if they had a certain taste. Even her skin looks soft to the touch. And what's her opinion about that voice?

How amazing to knowing.

The sound of the morning bird greeting, Krystal moves from her stomach to her back amid the noise. She winked her turquoise eye and looked at the alarm clock on the one night stand. The watch was read at nine in the morning, so she thought it appropriate to wake up after staying up late doing the homework assigned by Mr. Franklin—a lecturer from America who works on her campus.

"A beautiful Sunday," she murmured as she stretched her stiff arms and legs.

Luckily no annoying sound woke her. If it's at night, the girl doesn't hear it.

Pushing several strands of blonde hair with ombre turquoise out of her face, she lazily changed into casual clothes.

With a white shirt and black short pants, she came out of the room and walked into the bathroom to start her routine.

After breakfast of cereal, with a full belly the blonde girl took a vacuum cleaner from the storage room. Thus, she headed for the cellar. Standing on a chair, she placed the cleaner and a cloth on the floor. She removed the items from each glass shelf. Once finished, she began to clean the area.

The legs rest on each other and the chin rests on the palm of his hand, while sitting on a cabinet full of equipment, a smirk spreads on his lips as he watches Krystal clean.

The little girl looks relaxed. Makes sense because he hasn't done anything else today. In addition, she was clearly encouraging the anxiety given by his presence. Which is rather frustrating.

He suspected that his ability to do so would soon change. She couldn't ignore the vulnerability he gave her forever. Especially when the intensity increases.

Down from the couch, blonde girls check every corner. She hasn't finished exploring this house, especially a house that has three floors—with a basement that functions as a laundry, a cellar and an empty room.

Taking a deep breath, she walked to another metal rack containing cardboard. Dusty boxes stand on its surface. Her mother said that it was the previous owner of the house and no one wanted to take it back.

It will be troublesome if damage someone else's belongings. But, it is said that all of it has never been touched for decades.

But is there a reason for that?

Can't anyone touch them?

Then, can she have it?

The girl was still busy with her own thoughts when she saw a paper sticking out under one of the boxes.

Her hand gripped the edge of the picture, and she brought it closer to her eyes. Look closely at the two people in the photo. By the way they sat down, the brunette young woman wearing a maroon dress sat in a chair with a man in the same colored clothes, standing with her hands on her shoulders, she felt as if they could jump right out of a novel.

They look perfect together. Almost unreal. If it wasn't for the slanted smile that seemed forced upon her, she would have thought they were a happy couple.

Not only was her appearance stunning and innocent-looking, but she also saw a slight resemblance to the basis of her face to herself, which somehow made her fuzz stand up.

Who is this person? Are they real landlords?

She frowned at that thought. Of course she could be mistaken in seeing the young woman as 'poor girl' and the man behind her was the real landlord who had been talked about by the mothers on the bus the other day.

But why are photos like this placed carelessly like this? Come to think of it, the homeowner doesn't seem to have a relative or relative who will take care of the house after he dies. Even this place has a very bad and old building.

The floor is made of wood which will make an annoying creak every time she walk on it. Some walls look worn and peeling paint, but Krystal is too lazy to make changes. Even the worst of the room here is the cellar.

In spite of the chaos of various furniture, the dark areas were illuminated by dull light from small light bulbs above the dusty ceiling. What worried her about the words of the gossiping mothers about the spirit of the tall man who was in this house.

Although that is not entirely true.

Unconsciously something stood nearby and checked the worn photo that she was holding with an expression that was difficult to interpret.

Nearly barren light flooded a room filled with a variety of untreated plants and many leaves had fallen on the wooden floor. It shines through the windows and the glass roof of the solarium because it has no curtains. Everything in the room seemed normal, except for a girl lying unconscious.

Rey is waiting for his new lover to wake up. He had tried to transfer it using his strength and in fact it worked on human girls. Something about her is interesting, especially since before that tactic didn't apply to someone.

Maybe if Krystal has ESP ability, she can see his true figure and talk about each other's personal things. That's as nice as it sounds.

Bored, he crouched next to her head. Rey blew a strand of messy bangs on her face, such movements caused him to sit closer and stretch his fingers toward her.

Unfortunately. The man couldn't feel anything. Even with moonlight on it. His lips turned into a frown as he lay down and hugged her tightly like a child who was afraid of being abandoned by his mother.

For Rey, this position is the most fun. His girlfriend might realize how he hugged her. He wondered if her cheeks would heat up and whether shame would be seen in the eyes of her beautiful turquoise.

He greedily tried to inhale her distinctive aroma that smelled of soft flowers in spring. In stark contrast with the smell of dead plants around it. His right hand slid down under her chin firmly, as he traced the right side of her jaw line and neck.

Tilting his face to face her, Rey leaned his head. Bringing her cheeks closer to him lips, he breathed lightly on her white skin and watched happily when Krystal didn't dodge.

She had nowhere to go, except because she was sleeping. "Don't worry. I'll soon find a body to have," he whispered as he wet her cheeks.

Frankly, he is happy that Krystal doesn't look like a girl in the past. If so, Rey might have killed her. Then again, it's hard for her to see him. There are many other things he can do with women who are sleeping in his arms.

Still, he didn't want to be rushed. Doing so will make some of his actions immediately make his new lover run away from home. And the man wants to make her here all the time.

Watching her sleeping figure, Rey sank his face into her soft neck and clasped her body protectively. No rush is a difficult task. If he can't help himself, he will hold her at home and will never let her go.

It is early morning and will approach dawn. Time is running slowly but not as bad as before. For now, he will only make his presence known. So Rey stood next to her and watched.

Her eyes flickered open before closing again. The amount of darkness doesn't feel familiar because she likes to turn off the lights before going to sleep. But when Krystal wakes up, her back hurts.

The eyes that were still closed by the eyelid moved restlessly, frowning deeply when they felt a very strong sensation of cold. When did the mattress change?

She curled up in an awkward position, and it was only after she gasped that she immediately sat down that she realized why.

Krystal is in a solarium that is rarely visited, which is surprising. Considering she had never experienced sleep walking before.

Stricken with panic, causing the girl to sit fully and throwing her legs to the side. Not to mention the overwhelming cold on her right cheek caused she to touch the area with confusion. That's no fun.

The entire surface of her body feels sticky. Her chest up and down following her breathing that isn't normal. She woke up feeling like she had entered a marathon race.

Don't know since when, she slept on the cold wooden floor, so it's proper that her spine feels stiff. Even though the whole room in the house is always cold, especially in the basement and she doesn't see any heating.

She exhaled slowly after things got better.

Her eyes staring at the withered bloody red rose petals now rolled into the surrounding landscape. Glass moonlight above the ceiling illuminated the entire room. Luckily, today she only has afternoon classes so Krystal doesn't need to be afraid if it's too late for campus.

But then she realized that she faintly smelled smoke. She rushed out of the room even though she was stumbling a little by the amount of pain and the dark room without looking back and following the direction of the scent for fear of fire.

The smell then disappears as she turns around and stands in front of the tv room, Krystal hesitantly enters and checks every electrically connected object.

When she peeked down the cable-filled TV rack, Rey entered the room. From there, he just watched she walk around the area, as she inspected every nook and cranny. That's an interesting thing to watch, especially the look of panic on his girlfriend's face.

Before she walked to her room, she stopped in her tracks. Her ears tightened and stood up, immediately sharpening her sense of hearing. The woman felt she had heard something strange.

Spontaneously the woman peered over her shoulder, and glanced at the area she had just visited. Nothing has changed.

Although she wasn't sure, she slowly turned her body 360 degrees to get a better angle.

A wrinkle appeared on her forehead when she didn't see the discovery. But after thinking hard, while shrugging hee shoulders nonchalantly, she decided to return to her room and sleep.

When she wakes up, she will get ready for school.

But for now her mind focused on getting into bed.

Not even getting under the blanket, she fell into bed, curled up with her face measured on the pillow and went back to sleep.

Several days passed after what happened that night, nothing happened. Not with electronics that turn on or turn off on their own, not with sleep walking, no calls from her parents or strange noises.

After finishing lunch, Krystal goes to the bathroom to get a clothes basket. There are only two things that remain in place. The cold that sometimes covers her from one direction and the anxiety of another presence in the house.

On the way out of the bathroom, the blonde girl walked past the cellar whose door was under the stairs. Arriving at the laundry, she began to sort clothes and put it into the machine.

Krystal brings out the laundry basket from the laundry. She felt chills rising up to her spine as if she were being watched.

While ignoring that, the tail of her eye caught the door of the suspicious basement — covered in carelessly nailed wood and had a black 'forbidden' writing that was almost gone and covered with dust.

But it was not only that which made her anxious, but the pungent odor that came from unknown exactly where. She didn't dare to approach an empty room, but it wasn't like she had the choice to be in the basement.

Krystal rushes up the stairs to her room and does school work.

Night falls, too fast for her.

Sitting on a study room bench, her eyes fixed closely on her essay. She always hated homework. What's more, now the hard-to-get answers she actually made didn't make sense.

Blonde woman scratching her head in frustration. "Damn! Why do I have to learn stupid lessons like this?" She grumbled.

Her eyes focused on the book moved towards the door of the study room that she accidentally opened. She was sure if there was someone there and pay attention. In spite of her hatred of this house she cannot help feeling the fear that has plagued her lately.

That feeling was even stronger than yesterday, and the blonde haired girl could feel the hair on the back of her neck standing up. Goosebumps crept on her arms, she rubbed them with discomfort and an effort to calm down.

What if I'm being targeted by something that's not normal?

She shook her head in a daze. "I can't concentrate at this rate."

Trying to get rid of negative thoughts, she didn't care about them and struggled again with their duties.

When this last question Krystal is on the edge of her patience, making her turn to look back. And what she got was only the empty hallway of her house, there wasn't anyone as she thought.

With a loud click, she closed the textbook in a one beat and stood up from her chair.

Her eyes narrowed at the long hall a few meters in front of her. The only source of lighting in the corridor of the house is the lamp standing near the stairs and the study room. Make other rooms look darker. So that the middle of the hallway can't be reached by vision.

She took a step out of the study room into the feeling of the existence of something disturbing.

The girl is alone, but she is not. This is not a mere killer or thief.

Krystal feels it as she walks down the hall. The floorboards creak and moan under the light steps.

Something very different happened. Displayed by an electric buzz in the air, a strange fear that flooded hee body in waves, and an alarming feeling of being watched. There was no one here physically, but she wondered if they could see hee every move.

After not seeing any sign of presence, she decided to ignore everything. Again.

Pulling the blanket over her body, her turquoise eyes surveyed the entire room. The lights had been turned off, leaving a dim light from the accompanying fairy lights. She put her right hand on her forehead tiredly. Blocking most of hee vision, there was little area she could see.

Something seemed to hang above when her eyes began to blur and become heavy with drowsiness. But all she could see from the small gap of hee hand was the lower part of something. Even though she is very sleepy, but Krystal can still clearly confirm if the one floating above is a pair of legs.

The feet looked pale and the size of an adult with cloth pants covering it. It can't be women, seeing it's bigger and longer.

Her turquoise balls stared up at the legs which seemed to be only part of the knee down. Especially when the pair of legs began to swing slowly alternately up there.

The wave of drowsiness vanished instantly, and the darkness of the night was filled by Krystal's hysterical screams which broke the silence.

A/N : Forgive me. English isn't my first language :')