Kimchi's Diaries 3: Not so much of Ghostbusters

Hello there again! I hope you’ve eaten and you’re ready for a thrilling ghost story *wraps a blanket tighter*. Part III of the diary: You’re curious about our life before the debut? I’ll tell you some story, which will make you think before you open a door, after hearing strange noise. This happened when we were still trainees. Our company had to move temporarily to another building, because of the repairs. Everything would be okay, if we didn't open that damn door... WARNING: (Don’t) read after nightfall...


5. How to fight a ghost - Heejun's guide

We were silent for a while. PD Shin must have been surprised, seeing us this frightened,  because all of a sudden he burst out laughing.

“Don’t take it serious, kids. I just wanted to prank you. I overheard you talking about some creepy girl, so I decided to scare you with this story. It’s just local legend, so don’t worry.”

Because of this story not only I was worrying more, but also started freaking out, connecting all recent events. None of us laughed.

“Is it true?” I croaked. “That her body wasn’t found?”

“Yes. And it’s said that if body isn’t found in forty nine days after one’s death, the soul becomes the vengeful ghost and seeks only death of those, who entered its territory.”

For a few seconds we didn’t breathe. PD Shin got confused and after a couple of reassurances that it was only a fiction, he left us. For the next few seconds we were staring at our food in silence.

“Let’s not panic,” Youjin said, deep in thoughts. “We’ll come here tomorrow and see if the legend is true.”

We came here tomorrow to our schedule and nothing changed. In the recording room was still this shadow, but this time not next to the speaker, but closer to the door. The handprint showed itself on the mirror in the bathroom and we saw a girl in white tracksuit at the end of the corridor, when we were going to our Chinese lessons. When we asked manager or other trainees if they saw someone, pointing directly at her, they denied.

“They really can’t see her?” I asked members.

“I don’t think they pretended they couldn’t see,” Youjin muttered, thinking hard about the rap for one of song suggestions for our debut, which will be... in the near future, according to our CEO.

I rested my head on hands, thinking. How could we get rid of her? PD Shin said that she targeted us because we opened the door to the recording room. Was it the only reason?


I shook my head, still in my own world. Damn, why was here so cold?

– pay for it.

“Hyung,” I heard Heejun and looked at him. He was staring at my shoulder, pale and with widened eyes. I glanced at others confused. They had similar faces.

And they all were staring at my shoulder. In a second I got a really bad feeling and slowly looked to the right.

On my shoulder was almost white, here and there covered in red, hand. Now I knew why I was so cold and heard those strange words, which I thought were just my paranoid thoughts.


We all froze, waiting. But for what?

“Don’t move,” Youjin whispered.

“Very funny,” I hissed through teeth. Her face moved toward me, so I could feel her hair on my neck. I shivered and probably got even paler than she was.

Maybe Youjin thought that she was interested only in me, because he slowly stood up. But when he did that, she suddenly looked at him, with a terrible crack, as if her neck broke. Youjin froze again.

“Now what!” Inseong groaned.

Then she opened her mouth. I thought she wanted to answer that, but she only whispered, “You’ll pay for it,” and vanished. We came back to our senses after a few seconds and breathed out loudly. I trembled and fell on my back.

“She didn’t do anything to you, right?” I heard Seungjun.

“Except scaring the hell out of me, no,” I muttered.

“I’m done with it!” Heejun shouted suddenly, standing up.

“You don’t say...” I grumbled, but he was already on fire. I was a little afraid of what he just made up.

“We’re going to fight it! Who’s with me!”

Any of us didn’t want to do it, but I guessed that doing nothing was worse. That was why next day we came to the building armed with... Oh man, this is so embarrassing. How should I write it, so you won’t take us for madmen?

Maybe I start with explanation. The fight with ghost was Heejun’s crazy idea, so he searched the Internet to find some tools, or other things that should help us. He made a list of using everything, which took all night. We didn’t sleep at all and here we were – five zombies versus vengeful ghost with much more experience in haunting than we had in fighting paranormal. We were armed with salt, lighter (more precisely: fire), and crucifixes.

“I have one question,” I said to still excited Heejun.


I showed him the lighter and continued, “How do we use it here without burning this place?”

Heejun opened his mouth, surely with a good answer, but he hesitated and closed it troubled.

“I don’t think this will work either,” Inseong said, pointing to the crucifixes. “She isn’t a vampire.”

“But she’s still a ghost!” Heejun defended himself. “We should try –!”

Maknae suddenly shivered and turned around. “She’s here!” he squeaked and reached for the salt. Unfortunately, his hand was trembling, so he swung too much and some salt got into my and Seungjun’s eyes.

“Aaah, Heejun-ah!!” I outraged, blinking and tearing like crazy.

“It hurts!” Seungjun groaned somewhere near me.


I went to the bathroom, seeing a little bit on one eye. I washed face and took a deep breath. I looked in the mirror. She could appear in it any moment, but I didn’t know if I was frightened, or mad at all of this. We didn’t do ANYTHING to her! We just opened that damn door... Or to be more precise, it opened itself when we were near it.

I wanted to go back to the members, when I heard a dripping water. It was empty and silent here, so there was an echo after each drip. I got goosebumps. Suddenly it dripped on my hand. What was weird, it wasn’t cold. I looked at my hand.

The drip was red like –

„Blood,” I gasped.

Drip. Another one landed on my thumb. Drip. Drip.

Slowly, with heart beating faster and faster, I looked up.

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