Yeon Seo and Yun Chae weren’t so jolly after all of that. The ghost had been very scary, and Yun Chae’s realization that they hadn’t said good-bye was weighing heavy on her heart.
“What will happen now? We didn’t say good-bye. What does that mean? Is the ghost angry? Will it kill us?” Yun Chae asked in a steady stream of babbling words.
Yeon Seo, “It’s okay. The ghost looked scary, but it is just a ghost! What can ghosts do? They can fly around being all gross-looking. But can they hit us? Can they fight us? No, they can’t.”
Yun Chae looked dubious. “Some of the ghosts in the movies and the stories can kill and fight.”
“Yes,” Yeon Seo said. “But not most of them. Right? I think we are safe. And I don’t even know if what we saw was real. Maybe the board has some batteries in it and is some sort of computerized scare game. Why don’t we just go to bed right now, go to sleep and in the morning we can have a happy and merry Christmas. You know, with presents and toys and wonderful food!”
Yun Chae sighed. “Alright. We can do that.”
The two of them got ready for bed, changing into Nerdy Nelly pajamas and big elephant slippers. They were fuzzy and warm, and oh-so comfortable. After brushing their teeth and washing their faces, they both padded over to the bedroom. Yeon Seo opened the door and they both peeked in, searching the shadows for ghosts.
But everything was as it should be. The bed was still next to the frosty window. The small bathroom was still in the corner, its door open and lights on. But no ghosts. The dresser looked the same as always. And the TV at the foot of the bed was turned off.
Everything was safe.
“Alright, let’s do this,” Yeon Seo said. The two looked one more time, then ran to the bed and dove under the covers. Just because everything looked safe didn’t mean it was.
“Oh that was so scary,” Yun Chae said.
Yeon Seo agreed. “I really thought when we got to the bed a hand would come out and grab our feet.”
Yeon Seo waited for her friend to reply, but heard nothing but a light snore. Maybe things weren’t so scary after all. A moment later, she was asleep as well.
But now it was Yun Chae’s turn to be awake. She looked around, startled. How long had she been asleep? And what was that smell?
She looked around the room, trying to find what was making the horrible stink. It really smelled so bad, almost like 5 day garbage left out in the hot sun.
In the corner of the room, on top of the dresser, she saw the shadowy shapes of two of her socks. This wasn’t so strange, but the fact that they were standing upright was. Things became more strange as the air about them lit up a sickly green, the stink increasing in power, their emanating waves so strong as to be visible.
Yun Chae gasped, then sucked in air and held it.
“Yeon Seo, wake up,” she said, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. But when she looked, Yeon Seo wasn’t there. Instead, in her place, was a horde of flies swarming over the rotten remains of a blueberry pie.
Yun Chae shrieked. Where was her friend? She grabbed up the pie, its glorpy mess still in the confines of a tinfoil pan. Maybe there was a clue inside it. But she wasn’t about to dig the pie while in bed. She got out of bed, the pie in hand, and she headed to the kitchen.
Moving through the hallway, she could here that someone was already there.
“Yeon Seo, is that you?” she called. But it didn’t sound like her. The noises she heard were gluttonous — the sounds of heavy eating and drinking, maybe the sounds a starving person would make when they finally fell upon a big pile of food. Lips smacked, and a throat desperately gulped.
Yun Chae realized something. She was afraid to round that final corner and see what was making the noise.
“Yeon Seo, this isn’t funny. What are you doing in there?” she asked. There chewing and smacking noises continued unabated.
Drawing up her nerve, Yun Chae peeked around the corner. Then she covered her mouth, keeping herself from screaming. Dominating the center of the kitchen, standing overtop the overturned refrigerator, was a gigantic pig man. He was shoving food into his wide mouth, sweat pouring from his face as he ate this and that, washing it all down with whatever liquid he could find.
It was disgusting. He didn’t open the containers. He didn’t even peel the fruit. He just tossed and consumed, one thing after the other.
He snorted and finally stopped eating, instead sniffing the air.
“Who’s there?” he asked. “This is mine. I found it.”
Yun Chae pulled back away from the kitchen. She knew that if this pig man found her, things were going to go very bad. Tiptoeing away back to the bedroom, she found the door closed.
She turned the knob, and started to creak the door open.
Tu-tump, tu-tump, her heart beat hard in her chest.
The door flew open, something yanking it hard from her grasp. It was the pig man! He leaned down close, his face so close to hers that she could smell the food on his breath.
“Now you are mine too!” he screamed — then she woke up with a gasp.
Check out the first chapter here at https://dameshandsome.com/2022/05/28/the-addiction-scary-version-by-pretty-yojadul/