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...


2. New building, new customs, new... face?

We were frozen for at least two minutes. The door didn’t move during them. I exchanged looks with members, trying to persuade someone to go to the door. No one wanted to. So we played rock-paper-scissors in silence and, of course, I lost. Cursing my bad luck and members’ satisfaction, I went toward the door.

On my way there (which was sooo long...) I looked for some kind of weapon, but found only Heejun’s toothbrush. I ignored Heejun’s voiceless protest and reached the handle.

Suddenly the light blinked and went off, and at the same time a hand from the other side of the door grabbed my wrist. I shrieked and swung the toothbrush, when the door opened completely and the hand, that grabbed me a moment ago, switched on the main light in the room.

“I brought you tomorrow’s breakfast and put it into the fridge,” our manager said, coming in. He saw us in strange positions and raised his eyebrows. “What are you doing?” He looked up at the lamp next to the door. “Did the bulb burn out already?”

“Aaah, hyung!!” I groaned and sat down. Heejun quickly took his toothbrush, before I threw it with anger. “You scared me!!”

“No wonder, in this darkness and at this hour.” He looked at us, irritated. “Why aren’t you sleeping anyway?”

“We were just –” Inseong began.

“ –fooling around,” Youjin ended, standing up. “We go to sleep now.”

We agreed. Youjin and Inseong left with manager.

“Aren’t you going to your room?” I said with raised eyebrows, seeing that Seungjun stayed.

Seungjun wasn’t leaving my precious blanket, thanks to which I survived every horror movie and cold days. He shook his head.

“I’ll sleep here tonight,” he said.

“You’re sharing the room with Inseong and Youjin,” I reminded him. “It’s better to be there than here with two cowards.”

“Hey!” Heejun protested, but I ignored him.

“I don’t want to leave the room. I’ll wait till dawn. It’s your fault, so take the responsibility!”

“Right.” I glanced at him with grimace. “Whatever, but where’re you gonna sleep?”

“You have a mattress.”

“Fine. But that doesn’t change our deal! Starting tomorrow, you’re cleaning our room for a week!”


After about ten minutes we were in our beds. I slept on the second level, Heejunnie on the first level, and Seungjun lay next to Heejun’s bed.

“Jihunnie-hyung, are you sleeping?” I heard Heejun.

“Not anymore. What’s up?”

“Your story was really scary, you know? I hid in the wardrobe because I was too scared.”

“Is that so? I thought you deliberately did it to scare ME.”

“No... But after I heard the ending, or almost the ending because of Seungjun-hyung, I thought about that prank.”

“Very thoughtful. But you don’t have to do this next time.” I glanced at Seungjun, who was covered with the blankets. “Or you can, but choose different victim.”

Seungjun probably fell asleep, because I didn’t hear any comment. Heejunnie giggled, agreed and told me goodnight.


In the morning my body felt like a stone was dropped on it...

“Aaah, hyung, what the heck!” I screamed surprised, seeing Seungjun beside me.

He only muttered something and went back to sleep, squeezing MY pillow. Anyway, it was a miracle that two people fit here. Seungjun was taller and at the same time weighed more than me, so I was even more surprised that the bed made it in one piece through the night. Heejun gasped shocked, when he wanted to get up, but Seungjun’s leg was hanging from my bed. We smirked, stole Seungjun’s sock and left him alone.

Manager announced today that we had to move temporarily to another building, because of the repairs. The change of the location will be helpful for both of sides: we’ll get more space to practice and silence, and the company’s building will be calmly renovated.

We went to the new building, excited. However, after we closed the front door, we heard an unpleasant echo. We flinched. There was dead silence, from time to time interrupted by the flow of water in pipes. The building itself needed more repairs than our company…

“Why are you standing here?” we heard manager, who entered last. “Go to the end of the corridor and enter the last door on the right. There will be stairs. Go upstairs and wait for me there.”

We did as he said, holding each other’s shirt. Youjin went first, so after a while he was annoyed by our behavior. But I still had my last scary story in the mind, so I was afraid that near some door I’ll hear ‘One, two, three. And next is?’.

Finally we safely reached the right door, opened it and went on the second floor through creaky, wooden stairs.

On the second floor was no better. The plaster was falling off the walls, the windows were dirty and it was so cold, even though it was May. Manager must have seen our faces, because he burst out laughing.

“We have to clean here ourselves, so don’t be so disappointed. It’ll look better tomorrow. Now, let’s get to work!”

We played rock-paper-scissors and divided the duties. Youjin and Seungjun were mopping the floors, Inseong had to clean the practice room, Heejun was in the kitchen and manager selected the bathroom. I was supposed to clean the windows. I sighed and put on the gloves, took the glass cleaner with cloth and was ready to work. We will surely lose so much weight with this...

I felt so lonely in the corridor when Youjin, Seungjun, and Inseong were having fun, as they started to mop the floor in the practice room. I sighed again and stretched my body, ready to take a break, but something caught my attention.

I froze, staring at the partly cleaned glass. I could swore that I saw a movement behind it. I rubbed the corner of the window with a cloth. A bird? But when I cleaned the corner, I got the chills.

There was a handprint. And it wasn’t from the inside, but outside. Not weird enough? I remind you that we were on the second floor. Suddenly I heard a hit behind me and turned around with fast beating heart. I sighed through the teeth. It was only the broom, which fell down because of irregular wall’s structure.

When I turned back to the window, I saw a pale face, looking straight at me.

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