The Haunting Chapter Two
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ladybirdcarinaTitle:The Haunting
Chapter:2/
Pairing:none
Rating:PG13
Disclaimer:I wish...Though my Fairy Godmother said she'd get back to me about it...::checks watch again::
Summary:Changmin, overhearing the tales of a haunted house, decided to see for himself, only to stumble into far more than he could handle...
(Prologue) (One)
Groaning, Changmin sat up, barely able to think due to the incessant ringing in his ears. His back ached and his limbs had gone numb from discomfort. Looking around, there was again no soft bed. There were no four taupe walls encasing him within their warm protection.
For the second time in a row, he found himself somewhere else other than his apartment where he distinctly remembered falling asleep.
Looking around, he realized that he was actually on the porch of the very house that had been haunting him recently.
The very house that Junsu had warned him away from.
Looking at his watch, Changmin noticed that it was nearly two in the morning. It was eerily quiet, yet Mother Nature was screaming. Only moments later, the sky opened up and rain fell hard onto the earth.
"What happened last night?" Changmin murmured to himself as he watched the downpour with wide eyes. He remembered going home yesterday after deciding to look into the strange house.
He remembered changing his clothes and laying down.
He remembered closing his eyes.
He did not remember how he arrived at the manor in the dead of night wearing the same clothes as when he had woken up to Junsu in the old church.
Shaking his head, the young man turned and stared at the large front door, ominous cast iron bars blocking it from his reach. It would truly be a simple thing to just open the gate and turn the handle, but something feeling suspiciously like terror kept him from doing so. Ignoring the feeling as best he could, Changmin slowly lifted a shaking hand toward the gate when the distant sound of a motor reached his ears.
Turning, he watched as a few minutes later, a motorbike turned the corner at a speed far too dangerous to attempt in the rain. The rider finally pulled up to the manor and slowed the bike to a stop. Dismounting, the rider dressed all in black slipped the helmet off his head and looked up, meeting his gaze.
Changmin gasped.
He was good looking. Tall, barely shorter than he himself was. The young man was very lean, with clearly defined muscle and long limbs. His dark chocolate hair matched his penetrating eyes, which seemed glazed over with a fog entirely of supernatural creation.
Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Changmin slowly descended the stairs and walked up to the young man, who appeared to be only a couple years older.
"Um, who are you?" he asked, watching the other closely.
The rider stared directly into Changmin's eyes for what felt like hours until he blinked, revealing focused and clear eyes. He looked at Changmin in confusion before looking around. He grabbed Changmin's hand and ran up to the porch for cover.
"Who are you?" Changmin again asked.
"Jung Yunho. You?"
"Shim Changmin."
"Where are we?" Yunho asked.
"You mean, you don't know?"
The young man shook his head, still looking around. "I was at home listening to some music and studying when I heard this singing. Next thing I know, I'm here with you."
Changmin jumped at the clue. "Was it a deep baritone...very sad sounding?"
Yunho nodded slowly. "Yeah. It's happened every rainy night for the last month. By the time I come to, I'm being driven home again."
The younger man was shocked. "But it's been raining every night."
Yunho chuckled, sitting on the top step. "I know." He paused as Changmin sat next to him. "What about you?"
"Good question, buddy. I have no idea, actually. I just woke up here. Yesterday, I woke up in that church over there with Junsu," he explained, motioning to the old church.
"Junsu?"
"Yeah. He's the ghost trapped in the church," Changmin explained. He looked at Yunho in confusion when he saw the look of shock on his face. "What?"
Yunho stared for a moment longer before saying, "You see them, too? Ghosts, I mean."
Smiling, the student nodded. "I've seen them forever. How about you?"
Yunho allowed a lopsided smile. "I was in a really bad car accident about five or so years ago and barely survived. Once I woke up, I started to see them," he explained.
Changmin nodded. "Because you nearly died."
"Yeah. Only a couple friends know about it. Not even my sister knows."
"Understandable. My childhood pretty much sucked because if it." He paused to check his watch. "It's almost three am. We should probably get going."
"Probably." The two stood slowly. "Do you need a ride home?" Yunho asked.
"No thanks. I live just down the street." He watched as the other man walked over to his bike and got on. He was about to slip the helmet on when Changmin called out to him. "Are you busy tomorrow?"
Yunho's brow furrowed in thought. "No, I don't think so. Why?"
He walked down the steps and up to the motorbike. "I want to try to figure out what's been happening to me-us. Can you meet me at the library tomorrow?"
After considering it, he nodded slowly. "Yeah, I can be there. I'd like to know what's making me come here every rainy night."
As Yunho slipped on the helmet and and started the engine, Changmin's eyes followed the young man's exit, deep in thought.
'What is going on?' he asked himself as he threw his hood back up and headed home.
He never noticed the dark eyes watching his departure through the upstairs window.
Chapter:2/
Pairing:none
Rating:PG13
Disclaimer:I wish...Though my Fairy Godmother said she'd get back to me about it...::checks watch again::
Summary:Changmin, overhearing the tales of a haunted house, decided to see for himself, only to stumble into far more than he could handle...
(Prologue) (One)
Groaning, Changmin sat up, barely able to think due to the incessant ringing in his ears. His back ached and his limbs had gone numb from discomfort. Looking around, there was again no soft bed. There were no four taupe walls encasing him within their warm protection.
For the second time in a row, he found himself somewhere else other than his apartment where he distinctly remembered falling asleep.
Looking around, he realized that he was actually on the porch of the very house that had been haunting him recently.
The very house that Junsu had warned him away from.
Looking at his watch, Changmin noticed that it was nearly two in the morning. It was eerily quiet, yet Mother Nature was screaming. Only moments later, the sky opened up and rain fell hard onto the earth.
"What happened last night?" Changmin murmured to himself as he watched the downpour with wide eyes. He remembered going home yesterday after deciding to look into the strange house.
He remembered changing his clothes and laying down.
He remembered closing his eyes.
He did not remember how he arrived at the manor in the dead of night wearing the same clothes as when he had woken up to Junsu in the old church.
Shaking his head, the young man turned and stared at the large front door, ominous cast iron bars blocking it from his reach. It would truly be a simple thing to just open the gate and turn the handle, but something feeling suspiciously like terror kept him from doing so. Ignoring the feeling as best he could, Changmin slowly lifted a shaking hand toward the gate when the distant sound of a motor reached his ears.
Turning, he watched as a few minutes later, a motorbike turned the corner at a speed far too dangerous to attempt in the rain. The rider finally pulled up to the manor and slowed the bike to a stop. Dismounting, the rider dressed all in black slipped the helmet off his head and looked up, meeting his gaze.
Changmin gasped.
He was good looking. Tall, barely shorter than he himself was. The young man was very lean, with clearly defined muscle and long limbs. His dark chocolate hair matched his penetrating eyes, which seemed glazed over with a fog entirely of supernatural creation.
Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Changmin slowly descended the stairs and walked up to the young man, who appeared to be only a couple years older.
"Um, who are you?" he asked, watching the other closely.
The rider stared directly into Changmin's eyes for what felt like hours until he blinked, revealing focused and clear eyes. He looked at Changmin in confusion before looking around. He grabbed Changmin's hand and ran up to the porch for cover.
"Who are you?" Changmin again asked.
"Jung Yunho. You?"
"Shim Changmin."
"Where are we?" Yunho asked.
"You mean, you don't know?"
The young man shook his head, still looking around. "I was at home listening to some music and studying when I heard this singing. Next thing I know, I'm here with you."
Changmin jumped at the clue. "Was it a deep baritone...very sad sounding?"
Yunho nodded slowly. "Yeah. It's happened every rainy night for the last month. By the time I come to, I'm being driven home again."
The younger man was shocked. "But it's been raining every night."
Yunho chuckled, sitting on the top step. "I know." He paused as Changmin sat next to him. "What about you?"
"Good question, buddy. I have no idea, actually. I just woke up here. Yesterday, I woke up in that church over there with Junsu," he explained, motioning to the old church.
"Junsu?"
"Yeah. He's the ghost trapped in the church," Changmin explained. He looked at Yunho in confusion when he saw the look of shock on his face. "What?"
Yunho stared for a moment longer before saying, "You see them, too? Ghosts, I mean."
Smiling, the student nodded. "I've seen them forever. How about you?"
Yunho allowed a lopsided smile. "I was in a really bad car accident about five or so years ago and barely survived. Once I woke up, I started to see them," he explained.
Changmin nodded. "Because you nearly died."
"Yeah. Only a couple friends know about it. Not even my sister knows."
"Understandable. My childhood pretty much sucked because if it." He paused to check his watch. "It's almost three am. We should probably get going."
"Probably." The two stood slowly. "Do you need a ride home?" Yunho asked.
"No thanks. I live just down the street." He watched as the other man walked over to his bike and got on. He was about to slip the helmet on when Changmin called out to him. "Are you busy tomorrow?"
Yunho's brow furrowed in thought. "No, I don't think so. Why?"
He walked down the steps and up to the motorbike. "I want to try to figure out what's been happening to me-us. Can you meet me at the library tomorrow?"
After considering it, he nodded slowly. "Yeah, I can be there. I'd like to know what's making me come here every rainy night."
As Yunho slipped on the helmet and and started the engine, Changmin's eyes followed the young man's exit, deep in thought.
'What is going on?' he asked himself as he threw his hood back up and headed home.
He never noticed the dark eyes watching his departure through the upstairs window.
