The Cursed Child

CHAPTER :- 2

Luna opened the door. It was our land agent. Before he could utter a word, we heard non-stop horns. We went out to watch the scene being unfolded in front of our eyes.

Despite repeated warnings and honking, a foolhardy biker, inattentive to the danger, sped his bike and drove towards a car with malfunctioning brakes while doing stupid stunts. The bike broke through the windshield leaving the car's driver severely injured.

This tragic event made a haunting memory within Luna. Her eyes widened in shock and fear as she cried out loud, "That's my Dad's car!" echoing through the air. She ran past me and nearly knocked Bella on her way out.

I rushed to her side, concerned for her well-being. But to my surprise it doesn't seem like she needs our help as if she knew it was going to happen.

She rushed to her father's side drawing him out of his car and made him seated in her own car (which I do not seem to notice was parked at our front door before).

"Can we come with you?" I asked, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"No, Lily. Go talk to the land agent. Ask him about the history of this house," she replied, her voice filled with urgency.

Luna raced to her car and sped off towards the hospital. I turned to the land agent, his face filled with a mixture of fear and a forced smile.

As he guided us through the house, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. I decided to confront him.

"Is there something you're not telling us? Please, be honest," I pressed.

"No, ma'am. Why would I hide anything? I've told you everything," he insisted, his eyes darting nervously.

"Just random. Is there anything else you'd like to share?" I asked further.

"No, ma'am. I've been completely transparent," he responded, his voice growing weaker.

"Who were the previous occupants of this house?" I asked with curiosity in my eyes.

A long, uncomfortable silence followed. His face turned pale, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.

"Mr. Baek Su-bin" he whispered, his voice barely audible. The name was unfamiliar, covered in mystery. I nodded, and the land agent, visibly shaken, left.

As we settled into the house, I felt a strange and spooky feeling everywhere. The garden, in particular, sent shivers down my spine. Despite that I managed to relax down a bit and soon went to sleep.

Later that night, I was awoken by some strange noises. The clock read fix 3:10 AM. The noises just got intensified, growing more shrill with each passing moment.

Cautiously, I made my way downstairs as fear gripped me completely.  In the kitchen, I found four broken plates scattered on the floor. A figure was chopping vegetables, unaware of my presence. The TV blared as the night show of paranormal activities flickered on the screen.

As I moved closer, I recognized the figure. It was Bella....sleepwalking? In the 10 years I had known her, she had never acted in such behavior.

I carried her to bed. The incident left me unsettled. The next morning, I confronted her about the previous night.

"Bella, have you ever sleepwalked before? Maybe it's an old habit?"

"No, I've never. It's not something I do," she replied, dismissing my concern.

She dismissed it, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was strange. The doorbell rang, interrupting our conversation. A new face greeted us - Harry Weasley, our new neighbor. He offered his help and I invited him for tea.

As we chatted, Bella entered the kitchen, still in her pajamas. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at her childish appearance. We spent a pleasant afternoon with Harry, sharing stories and laughter.

However, the remaining mystery of the house's past continued to haunt me. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story than what met the eye.

"Can I ask you something if you don't mind?" I asked Harry, interrupting the flow of our conversation.

"Yeah sure, go ahead! I said this to you earlier already that don't hesitate for anything," he replied, his friendly character still the same.

"Do you know Mr. Lovegood by chance?" I inquired, hopeful that he might have some answers.

"Yeah, I do! How do you know him?"
He asked as his curiosity grew.

"It's just Luna, his daughter, and I became friends. Last evening he met with an accident right in front of our place. I want to meet him."

"Yeah, I called him just this morning. He told me everything including his location right now. Maybe I can drop you there."

"That would be a great favor. Do you know something about the last people who lived here?" I asked, hoping for any information, no matter how small.

A long pause followed.
"Sorry to say this, but I really can't tell you. Whoever tells the story experiences something bad in their life. You can say that Luna's father is Luna's life and she tried to tell you the story and now you can see what happened. I'm sorry again. Some things are meant to be kept a secret," he said, his voice filled with regret.

"It's okay. I can understand," I replied, trying to hide my disappointment.

"Let me drop you two off at the hospital. So shall we leave now?" Harry said to sincerely change the topic.

On the way to the hospital, Harry and Bella engaged in a funny conversation about anime, while I gazed out the window, lost in thought. Despite the light hearted atmosphere, a kind of different vibe took over me.

The mystery of the house's past continued to worry me. Who were the previous occupants? What dark secrets did the house hold? And what was the true nature of the strange occurrences I had witnessed?

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