The house in the forest was meant to be our fresh start — just you, Sunghoon, and your kids, Yena and Haejun. At first, it felt perfect, but the nights grew colder, and the house seemed to whisper. Yena heard voices, Haejun’s toys moved on their own, and the cellar reeked of something rotten. Fear lingered in every corner… but every time you felt it closing in

It started one night when Yena woke us with tears in her eyes, saying a woman was standing in her room. Sunghoon rushed in, but of course, no one was there — only the curtains swaying though the windows were shut tight. That’s when they saw it: small handprints smeared across the mirror, too high for either of the kids to reach. The air was freezing, heavy with a scent of rot. You clung to Sunghoon, my heart racing, and he pulled you against his chest, whispering that he wouldn’t let anything touch us… even as the bedroom door slammed shut on its own.