User:ChoiNuna

Hi.. My name is Marcel. I'm a 16 year old boy and this is my story. It started on a Saturday morning when I woke up from a night of partying with my friends. "Hey dude! That was a killer party last night!" I looked over to my left, to where the voice had come from. "Yeah. I guess so." I said before grabbing my head in pain. I had a hangover. "You ok dude?" Nathan asked me. "Yeah. Painkillers outta deal with it." I said. Well, I hoped they would. I got up from where ever I was in my house. Since it was known as the house with 5 million doors. I walked out of the room and figured out I was next to my bathroom. After I brushed my teeth and took the pain killers I walked out. "So you ready to do that dare?" Nathan asked me. I gave him a confused look. "What dare?" You could hear the pain in my voice to where as I knew I remembered being dared to go to Kim Nam Joo's house. Now Nam Joo had died 17 years ago. Before I was born. So I didn't learn much about him, but I sure heard alot about him. "Yeah! I guess so." I said slipping my shoes on and heading out the door. Nathan trailing behind me. The house wasn't even a mile away from where I lived. We stepped up onto the door steps. An old matted rug greeted us reading 'welcome'. I heard stories about this place. I turned back to Nathan and he gave me an evil smirk. "Good luck." He whispered into my ear as he pushed my inside with only a flashlight. I heard the door slam and I took a deep breath. "You can do this Marcel." I said reassuring myself. When I got into what looked like a dining room, that's when I noticed that something was off. There was a red dot on the stove. And it looked like all new appliances. I lurked around the kitchen which was next to the dining room. I got out to where there was tons of books. That's when it started to get real creepy. It sounded like children giggling. I remembered that my father had told me that before Nam joo lived here. There was a fire. And within that fire 7 children died has to it had been a fosters home. I moved back away from the noises as I became more and more confused, at a point becoming pissed. I could feel them running around me like I was a merry go round. I felt my breathing become more and more rapid as if they were building a vortex around me "Help me." I breathed out before I fainted on the floor and felt a bookshelf collapse above me. "You have joined me child." I heard a man's voice say. "What do you mean?" I asked. I felt my skin or at least what I thought was skin. *Icy cold* I let out a sigh as if I was in deep depression. "Oh that's only one stage my boy!" I heard his voice say again. "Who are you." I said turning around coming face to face with something that I could only see in my nightmares. It was myself. But in an older version. I breathed out another sigh. "What's wrong with me?" I asked feeling my bottom half disappear. "You're dead." The older me said. I stood in shock as my body disintegrated into ash and dust pieces. I felt myself close my eyes to see black. This was known as the 'Spiritual Theory'
 * Ouch* I thought as I got up from under them. I felt sudden chills run up and down my back.
 * I was dead. Never to return*