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old attic room There was a thick layer of dust in the air that made my nose sting. I walked up the narrow stairs. to the attic When his thick fingers touched the railing, they found many cracks that had been left untreated for decades. Each step that goes up There was a sound of the wood rattling so much that I feared it would not be able to support my weight.

But it might have been something else telling me to turn around and leave.

But I ignored the warning.

The house has become much quieter since Grandma passed away. But I had a feeling that she must have left me something in the attic that she never gave me.

Creak~

I pushed open the attic door. The sound of the door closing made me feel so haunted that I had to turn to look behind me. My breathing was loud in a house with no one and in such a deserted room.

Musty smell of the room Old books and decaying wood meant that he had to cover his nose with his hand. The light from the flickering light bulb flickered back and forth, casting a long shadow of my hair across the room.

When I was in this room, I felt that Someone is looking at me

“Grandma, you don't have to come to me,” I muttered as I raised my hand in greeting.

I walked across wooden floors that almost broke under my feet as I walked. Every step he took brought dust up until he almost choked. My eyes examined the crate where only old things were kept. My hands rummaged around hurriedly. I wanted to rush out of this room and at that moment my hand felt a book inside. I don't know why it attracted me to pick it up.

red book with black pattern When he felt it, a chill ran down his spine. I could feel my hair stand up. A heart that's pounding His hand tightened on the book before he hurried back downstairs.

Creak~

I stopped when the sound of wood crackling came from behind me. I'm having trouble breathing.

There's something behind me.

Head slowly turned back boldly, eyes wide. Eyes trembling But when I looked back

Didn't find anything.

I hurried down without thinking. Inside the dimly lit kitchen I sat down on a wooden chair and picked up a glass of water to take a sip. The cool water flowing down my throat cooled my overheated heart somewhat. The fear that had been gnawing at my chest began to subside.

I picked up the book and saw that it was a diary. What would Grandma, who I have never seen leave this house, write in here?

may be

'Staying at home, so bored!'

Is it something like this? I let out a funny smile when I thought of my grandmother's face, which always had a calm expression.

I'm really curious.

I flipped the diary back and forth. The book pages are very old. The edges of the paper are cloudy yellow. It looked flimsy, like it would tear in my hand if I wasn't careful.

tight!

I was shocked when the front door suddenly opened.

“Jay, are you there?” My mother's familiar voice eased my worries. The sound of her walking towards the kitchen where I was. Mother's eyes looked astonished at my seemingly innocent condition.

“Let's go to the attic for a bit.” I answered her question from a look of curiosity, 'Why am I in this state?'

Mother sighed slightly in concern. But when she turned around she saw a red diary on the dining room table. Her face immediately turned pale.

“That's it.” Mother's eyes widened. The girl's hands trembled in fear.

“Grandma's diary. I found it in the attic.” Mother suddenly picked up a lighter and burned the diary before throwing it into the trash can, which made me startled as I had just seen my mother like this.

“Don't bother me,” the woman said without turning to me. Before I say anything Mother walked out and ordered me to leave behind.

“You stay at this house first. Mom will sell this house as quickly as possible, and don't touch anything in this house.”

The sound of the door closing caused my heart to have many questions.

What exactly is this about?

In the dark and silent night I curled up on my bed and thought about that diary. The bedroom door was very close, as if it was inviting me to go down to the kitchen again.

Thoughts and doubts gnawed at my heart to the point where I couldn't sleep until I had to shake off the covers and get out of bed. The cold wooden floor made my feet tremble. Even the brass doorknob was so cold it made me flinch.

I took a deep breath before turning the doorknob, but it

Can't open it.

It was then that I heard some noises from behind the door. A soft voice like a whisper made me press my ear against the wooden door. But the moment your ear is pressed against the wall That whisper

has stopped

I stepped back and stood as usual and in that moment I felt a cool breath. that was wetting the back of my neck

tight!!

I wasted no time and hurriedly tore the door in front of me with all my strength. Breathing loudly in the lightless darkness. Whatever was behind me just now, I don't know and don't want to know.

The old walls and wooden stairs groaned in the dark. In every step that I run It's like a maze with no way out. When you see the destination with a glimmer of light ahead I opened it before taking cover inside the room.

kitchen

I gasped for air before using my back to push against the door as if to lock in whatever was chasing me. And this is another time I heard it.

I heard a whisper.

I turned towards the voice and at the end of my line of sight saw it.

A crimson diary that should have been burned. It sat on the table like it wanted someone to open it and read it.

“Open it,” a voice whispered in his ear, as if someone were speaking nearby. Made me turn and look around. His heart was too frightened to control it.

sound heard If you don't have deaf ears It was my grandmother's voice. There was no mistaking it. How could I misremember my own grandmother's voice?

Or what did Grandma want to tell me?

With trembling hands, I reached for the diary.

“What the fuck!” What the hell was going on? It's just a diary. I didn't hesitate and immediately opened it.

Scribbled red letters Has faded with time But it's still readable. I started reading it

“I have no idea who will read this diary. I don't even want anyone to know the truth. I want to put it in the hole together. But I was poisoned…” I kept reading. The letters smell of metal. It was not written in ink.

It was written in blood!

“My body is getting worse and worse. I don't even have the energy to go see a doctor. I don't have anyone I know that I can call. I am locked up in this house…to die alone.”

At that time there was a cool breeze. It blew through the room. The lights flickered on and off and my hand let the diary slip out of my hand until it hit the ground with a loud thud.

Thump!

The last message I read was

“I was held captive by the person I loved and trusted the most.”

scorching!

Lightning thundered like the wrath of the gods.

I'm sweating. wide eyes My body shakes Inside the head, the story was put together.

Grandma who never leaves home

Grandma who has no one left except me and mother.

Grandma who died suddenly

At that time, memories flashed back.

‘Mom, how did Grandma pass away?’ I asked without thinking much of it.

'...Old man, child. Don't think too much,' Mother replied without turning to me. Her voice seemed shaky. It's like you want to change the conversation.

In her hand, she clutched many invoices that she had borrowed to pay for expensive purchases for herself.

“Or…” I could hardly believe what I was thinking. In the darkness without any light That moment when lightning struck, a spark of light shot through the darkness, revealing the figure of a young woman behind Jay.

The young man who saw someone's shadow was startled and turned around.

“Mom..” Jay said stammeringly. Mom held an ax with a straight face. Her eyes looked at the red diary on the floor.

“Even if you die, you will still cause trouble,” Mother said in a cold voice. Her eyes were blind. The look in my eyes was not the same mother I knew.

Or I...maybe I never knew my mother at all.

“Son, you shouldn't read it.”

Hurry!