jisung loved the paranormal. growing up in an old house that was filled with spirits, the unusual was normal. rather than fearing them, he was fascinated. jisung learned how to communicate with the spirits, with simple knocks and other tactics. as he got older, he was able to afford all the the gear he needed to get accurate recordings. ever since, he’s been visiting abandoned places. dragging you along with him.

jisung knew you weren’t much of a believer. whenever you said paranormal activities only happen in movies, he always told you crazy stories that seemed unrealistic. but he was determined to impress you, but also make you believe because he’s passionate about it.

today jisung was bringing you to an old mental asylum in the middle of no where. jisung’s rucksack was filled with his equipment, currently holding an EMF meter in hands.

“i did some research on this place. the government had to shut it down long ago ‘cause the staff humiliated and did tests on the patients.” jisung explained as you both walked in the entrance, the front doors were gone. your footsteps echoed through the room.