there’s always something in the dark. sumi knows this in the way a child knows things, a silent observer amidst the busy adults. in this way, children and canines are not so different— both left to their own devices until they’re of some practical use, and so they idle, stare at a wall long enough until they realise the shadow doesn’t behave the way it should. a shattering mirror, a slowing clock. in the dark of the night, a bark and a wail are not so different.
she’d grown up like this, knowing the monsters that lurked in the dark and calling them by name. and it’s in this way that she’s always begging, always tempting one or another to spend the night, if only so she doesn’t have to be alone in the room with them— just her and her ghost.
and here is her ghost now, in this room, in this dark. there is a weight on her chest, and sumi’s heard of it before— the way one’s mind can stay active, though their body is weighed down. she’s never experienced it herself, and yet she knows this to be… different. like how her vision seems to work fine, eyelids fluttering open to meet hovering yellow orbs in front of her. a gripping pause, and sumi’s screaming, shooting up to her feet and clutching the closest wall. the eyes disappear, and she reaches for the back of her neck, sighing in relief when she feels the polyethylene material of the patch. and it’s here that she suddenly comes to her senses, remembers that sooah had promised to stay the night amidst of their gossiping and cups of hot tea. sumi whispers in the dark, “sooah…? are you there?”
ft. bae sumi & @eilouros's bang sooah
