When the door opened… light greeted him.
Real light, blinding, piercing his eyes like a spear of brilliance. He hadn't seen light in years. For a moment, he didn't know how to handle it.
He raised his hand to shield his eyes, his heart racing, breaths short.
"I… I'm out?"
He took one hesitant step outside, his body unsure, as if stepping out of the darkness was an unforgivable sin.
The old walls… the cracked ceiling… the suffocating silence.
There was no one.
He explored the place, moving between the decaying rooms, but everything was empty… except for a smell.
A stench of rot… death… and time that had forgotten to breathe.
He reached a side door, opened it slowly… nothing.
He opened the second… and froze.
The corpse of an old woman lay sprawled on the ground.
Her eyes were open, gaze fixed on the black door, one hand stretched toward it, as if waiting for something… or someone.
He felt nothing. No fear, no shock, not even pity. Just an empty void inside.
But then, his nose started to bleed.
He touched it, confused.
Then… the ground trembled.
The trembling was faint, but growing stronger… and with it, the eyes appeared.
Fully white eyes, floating around the corpse like lost phantoms, spinning, staring, stretching through the air as if searching for something.
Then…
A flash.
A white flash that devoured everything— the room, the corpse, the boy.
Just as he braced himself to run… the sound of a doorbell echoed.
"Coming…"
Whispered the old woman in a soft, living voice.
He froze in place.
He saw her walking, slowly toward the door, opening it with a faint smile.
Then she was stabbed.
A man in his forties, black hair, face unclear, drove a blade mercilessly into her chest.
Her body collapsed to the floor, slowly, as if dying again… in a graceful, terrifying fall.
But before her final breath, she turned to the black door and cried out in despair:
"Don…!"
"Dooon…!"
"Don…!"
She muttered it over and over, as if that name was her only hope… but he never came.
The boy looked at the killer, who dragged the old woman's body inside, and just before leaving… turned toward him.
A faint smile… and a wink with his right eye.
The boy froze.
Their eyes locked. Then he dropped to his knees, his head tilted up, looking at the man. Their gaze lingered just long enough for him to see his face.
"Yes… it's him," he whispered, trembling in fear.
A tall man with wet black hair tied into a ponytail.
No doubt about it— it was that cursed entity.
Then…
Another flash.
Everything returned to how it was.
No light, no corpse, no eyes, no killer.
He stood exactly where he had been, as if what happened was only a hallucination or vision.
He collapsed, closing his eyes, whispering:
"What did I just see…?"