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...


11. Not so ordinary base of Creepy Creep

It was easier to say than do. Although Professor Creep’s address was on the website, it turned out to be invalid, so we asked in the neighborhood. It could be my imagination, but it seemed that people didn’t like him. Luckily, we were able to get some information about his new place. However, when we reached it, it turned out to be invalid too.

“What the hell!?” I got angry. “Is he even serious about helping people? Why is he hiding like that!”

“Maybe he has some ghost problem too, you know,” Inseong suggested. “If he’s in it for years, he might have angered something.”

“That didn’t comfort me. And I have ghost problem TOO.”

“For now let’s –!” Heejun began and suddenly disappeared.

“Heejun-ah!?” I looked around shocked and ran to where he was just a moment ago. “Where AAH–”

I stepped on something and fell down, sliding through the pipe. I screamed after I finished my journey and found myself in the air.


I looked down and saw Heejun, sitting in the garbage. “Move!” I shouted and he rolled aside in the last time, as I landed on his previous place.

“What the –, AAH FOR GOD’S SAKE!” I moved back violently and hugged Heejun, when I saw a big yellow eyes, looking at me from the garbage.

A big and rather ugly cat meowed and stretched itself. Then it glared at us for the last time and left through the small door in the corner. We were sitting for a moment surprised, still hugging tightly, when we heard a loud scream and had to move.

Seungjun and Inseong landed on each other, and after two seconds so did Youjin, making human sandwich.

“W-What –!” Seungjun got up violently, but fell down again, tripping over something. “Where are we... ?”

“I think I know,” I said, pointing to the wall to the left.

There was a sign:


Welcome to Mighty Professor Creep’s base! Please respect the following rules (if you wanna live):

1. Follow the signs, in other case you’ll be lost forever.

2. If you’re a client, welcome! But you have to have a homecoming present as advance payment.

(If you’re not a client, get the hell out of here!! Pretty please~)

3. No sightseeing, no smoking, no ANYTHING.

4. Don't touch ANYTHING. Especially my Ghosty.

5. After a visit, leave the tip (if you wanna live).


Enjoy your stay~ ♥♥♥☺


After we read it, we stared at it in silence.

“Maybe we should just leave,” Heejun suggested quietly.

“Don’t freak out,” I snorted. “He can’t be so bad.”

“What part of ‘if you wanna live’ didn’t you understand?”

“Oh, come on! We’re here as clients, right? So we’re safe.”

Youjin pointed to the rule number two and five, saying, “We don’t have any money, and so called ‘homecoming present’ either.”

“You too!?”

“I’m just pointing it out.”

“Well, thanks for that! Why can’t we just –”

“Who’s Ghosty?” Seungjun suddenly interrupted me.

We stopped arguing, dumbfounded. Now that he mentioned it...

“His... cat, I guess?” I muttered.

“Cat?” Seungjun repeated, brightening up. “Did you see it? Is it cute?”

“Don’t ask,” I said with Heejun at the same time.

Seungjun did a sad puppy face, but we ignored him. I took a deep breath, gathered courage, and went first to the damaged curtain, behind which was a corridor.

I looked at members with disapproval and said, “See? I told you. Nothing to –”

Members sighed, but when they looked above my head, they widened their eyes and shouted, “Look out!”

I looked up too and in the last moment ducked. A big scythe, hanging from the ceiling on the chain, swung a few times, then stopped. We didn’t move for a while.

“He’s very creative,” I blurted. Only that came to my mind in this situation.

“Are you crazy!? Get out of there!” Inseong shrieked.

“We came here for help!” I said stubbornly. “I’m not leaving here without at least answers!”

“Do you wanna die for real!? These traps are dangerous!”

“So am I,” I growled through teeth and, without much thinking, I continued walking.

I’ve encountered a few huge spiders (thank God I thought then they were fake, because they WEREN’T), fake ghosts, and even sounds, which were supposed to scare me off, but they failed. I wasn’t counting the booby traps, similar to the first one. I must have been so desperate, that I forgot the fear. At the end of the corridor I saw a button with not so obvious sign ‘Shut off all the traps’ and pushed it. At once there was silence.

“I’m through!” I called others.

“Jihun-ah! Ah, really...” I heard Youjin, but after a moment they followed me.

“How did you do that?” Heejun looked at the traps and then at me, almost with fear.

“Don’t ask. If I think about it, I’ll faint.” I pushed the black, shabby door, but in a second moved back, startled by a... cat.

“Jeez, nothing deadly scared me, but THIS ONE freaked me out,” I hissed through teeth.

“Mum!” Inseong groaned, holding his chest. “For a moment I thought Hyeon Ju followed us here!”

The ugly cat meowed at me offended and proudly walked away. We took a deep breath and came in.

The interior was no less creepy. It was dimmed, because of few lamps and the fact that we were underground, on the walls there were more spiders (this time fake ones), awful and dreadful photos and drawings. As if that was not enough, in the nearest corner was something like... voodoo doll?

“Man, this guy has problems...” I grumbled. “And what’s with that smell?”

“He should be called Creepy Creep, not Professor Creep,” Heejun added.

“Well, he’s definitely a professor level in the research of disgusting things,” Seungjun said. He was clenching his fists on my shirt so tightly, that it was already stretched.

“You’ll pay...” we heard suddenly a whisper and froze shocked.

It was impossible! Would she really follow us here... ?

Then my answer came out from the shadow in the corner, as something grabbed my arm.

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