The Room

"What was that??" said the boy,"maybe the wind, but that is exactly what a horror film character would say ! Ain't it?"

I Agree with that statement

"GAH!!"

"Oh my! Quite the screamer, aren't you? I like that....!"

"Huh? You are?" said black haired boy...

"Me? I am the caretaker of this place!"

"Pleasure to meet you, you can call me Neff"

(He was really tall about 6 feet I believe, built like one cannot begin to describe in words.....pretty is such an understatement for him)

"Sir? You alright?" said the unknown man

The other man failed to hear his voice just staring at him admiring his features.....

"Sir....." his face inches apart from Myth

 Finally, he comes to earth "oh huh yeah?" his gaze yet not leaving those deep bluish white eyes light and angelic yet something about them seems so dangerous that one cannot, but help be drawn....

(wait....dangerous!! No no not today Satan I am not falling for this! )

" I AM NOT DYING TODAY YOU HOTTIE ANGEL DEVIL!!"

The boy screams as he sprints towards a room nearby without looking back once....

(why do I have to run so much today?? I know I should have declined the vacation offer and just rested at home, now I have to live with ghosts here for two whole months!!

What do they take me as ghost hunter or something??)

"Where am i now??"

"This place is......a room?"

In the dim glow of flickering candlelight, the chamber exuded an eerie stillness. A heavy oak desk stood against the stone wall, its surface cluttered with parchment and quills, as if abandoned mid-thought. Beside it, a towering bookshelf, carved with intricate Gothic patterns, loomed—its shelves sagging under the weight of ancient tomes bound in cracked leather. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and something faintly metallic, like rust. A solitary window, narrow and arched, offered a glimpse of the moonlit courtyard, its iron bars casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. The bed, draped in heavy velvet curtains, stood untouched, yet the faintest whisper of movement beneath the fabric hinted at secrets long buried. In the silence, the room seemed to breathe, holding its breath, as if waiting for someone—or something—to stir.

"This looks like a place where ghost would live.... I am staying here after all in movies the ghost normally target people or trick them in any form, meaning this place is safe cause there is no way the ghost would be able to trick anyone here..... I would be safe here then"

This is what the foolish boy ought to believe but when something is written in destiny it is bound to happen regardless of the resistance one gives, or can it be changed due to will power of this foolish mortal....?

"No I would never allow him to escape...he is---"

The dark shadow said from the corner smiling broadly...

Who is he??? A friend or foe?

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