Yusi pauses for one solid second. Then her eyes brightens up with excitement.

"Baekachu is my brother. He had a dream to become a singer. He went to achieve his dream. After winning a gold medal for best singer in the world, he will come here to meet me."

..with a cold smile, she adds, "and that's why I keep reminding him the things he should buy."

"Okay, enough with gossiping. I believe Lay is tired and needs some rest after how you scared him." says Mrs. Oh. "Lay, you shall get some sleep."

"Should I stay in the same room upstairs?" Lay asks.

"Of course. I'll help you find your way back."

Grandma leads Lay out of the parlor and back into the foyer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"There's one more thing I want to tell you." with a hard glance, she says, "Whatever you think you hear.. never leave your room at Dawn. Do you understand?"

"What happens if I do?"

Mrs. Oh gives Lay a calculating look, her brow furrowed, "You don't want to know what happens, I swear."

A shortwhile later, lay tucks himself in bed and lie in the dark, thinking hard.

As he lies there in darkness, he's suddenly startled out by a curious sound.

He strains his ears and catch the sound again.. a low, mournful wail that seems to echo through the halls.

Lay gets out of bed and hesitates before his bedroom door. He first kneels down to peer through the keyhole, seeing nothing but the empty hallway beyond.

Lay thinks for a moment, on how unwise it'd be to not listen to Grandma. But the sound keeps getting louder and louder. At a point it's unbearable.

"I came here for answers. Not to be a guest. I can't just ignore it. I should definitely go out." he thinks to himself.

Lay steps out into the hall, shutting the door softly behind him.

He follows the sound through the house's twisting halls, down the stairs of the foyer and deeper into the house than he thought possible.

At last he came to a long hallway ending in a solitary door.. a door covered in rusted locks and bound up in iron.

He draws close to the door's timeworn wood and hear the unusual weeping sound beyond. The noise starts to sound less like weeping and more like the roar of an angry beast.

Lay realizes whatever is making the sound is just past this door. He gently knocks.

The sobs quiet, followed by a sick silence that feels like all the air's been sucked out of the room.

....

Lay jumps back. Fingers slither up his arms and yank down on his wrist!

As he stands facing the mysterious door deep inside the haunted house, he feels cold fingers

Lay whirls in panic. Screaming,

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