A/N: sorry for those who read in ff and just got this update. FF's system rly pisses me off when it comes to uploading fics its rly hard I'm a lazy bitch, you seeand the chap is hella short. Apologies.
But hey summer class is over(WHICH MEANS FASTER UPDATE RITE?), I even pASSED THEM ALL AHAHAH SUCK IT BITCHES
tho I'm currently working as an on-the-job-training student in a laboratory in the, uh, waste water thingy so

ahahah

It was noon. The sun was up high in the skies, and there are no clouds to be seen. It was incredibly hot that Koujaku brought his umbrella with him for protection as he walk down the streets.

His mother had the day off and she asked him to run an errand for her.

Koujaku decided he would not meet up with the kids today just so he can spend the day with her. And now she asked him to run an errand for him and he was more than happy to follow.

The fastest route was this street-the street where he discovered the house, the house the kids are afraid of, the house the kids told him to never enter-and since it was so hot, he wanted to get the errand done and over with as soon as possible. He went there.

The way to the courier was easier than he thought, and despite the fact that he didn't really care about the house or the kids' warnings, he still made sure to get pass the house with no problems.

On the way back, though—

-a child was crying.

Koujaku immediately slowed down to a stop to stand in front of him.

The boy was probably no younger than 10, his knees are scraped and he's occasionally rubbing at his red eyes to wipe away the tears.

Koujaku knew he could just kept on walking and ignored the child, but his wails are tearing at his heart, and flashes of his early childhood memories flood back to the surface of his mind. He wants the kid to stop crying.

So he asks.

"What's wrong?"

The kid notices him, his crying subsides and rubs at his eyes one last time, before pointing at the house-the house the kids warned him about, the house they told him he should never enter. Never, ever-and says:

"My ball went through that house and I can't get it…mummy will definitely get mad!"

And he starts crying again. Harder than last time.

Koujaku turns his head towards the house's direction, sees the freshly shattered glass of one of its windows, and notes that it entered the house.

Its inside the house.

Its inside.

Inside.

Despite the nagging voices of the kids in the back of his head, he turns back to the crying child, and smiles.

He twists his wrist, the umbrella resting on his shoulder spinning, and tells the kid that he'll get it for him.

Just so he stops crying.

And so he enters.

The house, the house the kids are afraid of, the house they told him to never enter, the house that eats people.

The house.

He's inside the house.

Koujaku doesn't remember how he got in, but he's in.

He can see the interior. He can touch them if he wanted to, maybe.

Inside, he thought he can understand why the kids fear this house.

The house hasn't eaten him yet, though.

Yet.

He thought maybe it was a good thing, cause a crying kid outside wants his ball, and he promised he'll get it back for him.

E/N: SEE THE CHAP IS HELLA SHORT

I know, I know you hate it, me too (I rly hate reading fics that are below 10K tbh)
buttt I'm trying to lengthen the next one ahahahh oh man when will it ever come out then
I'm horrible

and I feel like 12 again because I've been craving ghost hunter shows lately hnnggg (expect an update to the I thought imaginary friends-something lord I forgot the title why is it so long)