Chapter 9 : A Sinister Welcome
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I didn't know how to respond to her greeting. Nam-ju was welcoming me with a smile, but it was a smile that sent shivers down my spine.
"Welcome, dear," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "It's so nice to finally meet you"
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my nerves as I followed Nam-ju. The house seemed even larger and more intimidating than before, with its dark corridors and the constant, echoing silence. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching me, lurking just beyond the shadows.
Namjoon’s eyes narrowed as he took in my reaction, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. “You’re not the first to find yourself here,” he said, his voice carrying a chilling undertone. “But don’t worry; you'll get used to it in time.
I tried to speak, but my voice was barely a whisper. "W-what do you want from me?"
Nam-ju's smile returned, but it was laced with a hint of darkness. "We want you to feel at home, dear. You'll be staying with us for a while."
Namjoon snorted, but Nam-ju shot him a warning glance. "Don't mind him, dear. He's just a little... enthusiastic. But we promise you'll be safe here."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the true horror of my situation. Nam-ju's gentle tone was unsettling, and her smile seemed to hide secrets.
Nam-ju gestured to the grand staircase. "Shall I take you to your room , dear? You must be tired from your little date."
I hesitated, unsure if I should trust her. But something about Nam-ju's demeanor drew me in, despite the sinister air that surrounded her.
I nodded, and Nam-ju led me up the stairs, Namjoon following closely behind. As we walked, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets this house held, and what lay in store for me.
Nam-ju led me down the familiar hallway, the shadows cast by the flickering candles dancing on the walls. We stopped in front of the door to my room, the same one I had slept in two nights ago.
"Time for a rest, dear," Nam-ju said, her voice low and soothing. "We'll have lunch soon."
She pushed the door open, and I hesitated, unsure if I should enter. But Nam-ju's grip on my arm was firm, and she guided me inside with a gentle but unyielding pressure.
As I looked around, I saw that the room was just as I had left it. The same bed, the same dresser, the same window with the same view of the garden outside.
But something felt off. The air seemed thicker, heavier, and the shadows seemed to move of their own accord.
"I'll come fetch you when lunch is ready," Nam-ju said, her voice whisper-soft. "Until then, try to... relax."
And with that, she closed the door behind me, leaving me alone in the eerie silence.
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