In a second I felt sudden cold and my body got weak, but before I lost my consciousness I thought strongly about beating her up. At the end my will surpassed her and I hit the wall behind me, while Hyeonju vanished in the wall behind her.
I was sitting in one pose for at least one minute, breathing fast and trying to grasp the situation.
I rejected her! I really did that...
Still with high level of adrenaline, I got up, dressed up, and went toward the door, that suddenly opened violently, hitting my nose.
“Sorry!” Heejun groaned, checking if he broke my nose. “Are you okay? We heard screaming –”
“Wow, that was awesome!” I blurted, still proud of myself.
“What?” everyone asked confused.
“Shower?” Inseong said.
“The hit?” Seungjun suggested.
“No! I rejected her!”
“You... Wait, what!?”
“She attacked you here!?”
“And I thought Creep was perverted –” Heejun muttered, but got scolded by Youjin.
“Aren’t you proud of me?” I asked, slightly disappointed by their reactions.
“Yes, we’re very proud,” Youjin said. “Now, let’s go before she come back.”
“She won’t. For now,” I stated.
“You can’t be sure,” manager said. “You didn’t feel her in the art room.”
“It was weird but now I’m sure,” I stated. “She got hit by my will pretty hard.”
“I think you got hit pretty hard too, hyung,” Heejun said softly, linking arms with me and pulling me out.
We jumped, then froze. Madam Bae blocked our way. “Nobody moves.”
We didn’t ask why, wanting to avoid her strange stories again, and waited. She was jumping from place to place like a flea, checking something. I wanted to say that looking for Hyeonju was useless, but I probably knew the answer, so I said nothing.
“How much did you pay her?” I hissed to manager.
“Don’t ask…” he muttered. “I guess I was wrong this time too.”
“Let’s get rid of her and go to the practice!” Inseong whispered. “Our break ended some time ago.”
I moved and was caught by Madam Bae’s eagle eye.
“I said: don’t move, boy. You’re interrupting my research.”
“I’m sorry, but you are interrupting our work,” I said to her confidently. “We’re sorry for the trouble and thank you for your service. You can leave now.”
Madam Bae was dumbfounded when we passed her in silence.
“That was a little harsh,” Seungjun stated.
“That was the only way she’ll leave –” I began, but suddenly got hit by something and almost flew on Youjin and Heejun. All three of us fell down. Next to us rolled a remote control for the air conditioner.
Before I came to my senses completely, I thought about Hyeonju and the goosebumps returned. Youjin and Heejun tried to check my forehead, but I was busy searching for the ghost. I gasped and grabbed Seungjun’s waist, pulling him on the floor too. A tripod for the microphone flew above our heads and broke the window behind us, falling outside.
“Where is she!” manager shouted, when something made a noise in one of the rooms ahead.
“I don’t know!” I panted, shaking my head. A drop of blood fell on the floor.
“Jihun-ah, your forehead –!” Youjin gasped and put his sleeve to the cut.
“Never mind! We have to –”
Then I heard a strange sound, as if something big was coming our way. Suddenly a commode flew from the nearest room, straight at me. In the last moment Seungjun jumped before me and was hit by it.
“Hyung –!” I groaned, when he fell on me, unconscious.
“LET’S GO!” Inseong shrieked.
Manager took Seungjun on his back, Youjin pulled my hand and we ran toward the first floor. However, Hyeonju was waiting for us next to the stairs. Everyone shouted surprised, besides me. Now I was just enraged and took from Madam Bae’s pocket a bottle of that stinky juice and a handful of talismans, throwing all of it at the ghost. The water and talismans didn’t do anything to it, just passed through it like it was a hologram. I glared at Madam Bae, who shrugged and ran to the elevator, that was on the other side of the corridor. She was quite fast as for her posture.
“It doesn’t work!?” Heejun got angry. “Then in that room –”
“She disappeared because of your arrival,” I said, now understanding everything. “It wasn’t because of the water or talismans.”
“So now what,” Inseong groaned.
I looked at them. We were in a pinch. Seungjun was still unconscious and manager was getting tired from holding him. There was no other way out besides stairs, because Madam Fraud took the elevator.
Suddenly I felt goosebumps once again and turned to the stairs.
Hyeonju was just before me, reaching to my head. Damn, I didn’t pay attention –!
Then we were dusted by something salty. I closed my eyes and moved away.
“Did I miss something?” we heard familiar voice and I opened my eyes violently, but they started to sting and I had to squint them. But it didn’t prevent me to recognize the person, who was standing on the stairs, wearing eccentric, colorful clothes, a lot of sacks, and a funny hat. Only the beard was as untidy as it was during our first meeting.
“What are YOU doing here!?”