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Dark Secrets

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Desa Ha was about to turned 7 when she discovered a secret room in the house of her late auntie. Because of her curiosity as a kid she touched everything in the room including the five curse tablets that eventually turned her life from ordinary to extraordinary. She started having peculiar dreams at midnight on her birthdays and gaining superpowers that are related to death every 8 years of her existence. Meeting a dark angel at the age of 14 and every 7 years, giving her a mission to be accomplished that she had no other choice but to do for the sake of her loved ones. But despite of having a miserable life she met Pluto Nevaeh, the man who’s been involved with her curses from very start until the end.

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Chapter 1: But I Can’t Turn Away (1 of 2)
30th of June 1964, Vancouver, Canada Our family migrated to Canada after, my mother, Ha Jung Yoo, received a house from her deceased sister who’s an archaeologist. My maternal aunt, Lily Song, died without a family on her own, thus leaving all her assets to my mother who’s her immediate family to succession since no one else would inherit the said properties. She died on New Year’s Eve but no one knows her cause of death and if not for the lawyer’s call, Mom would not know that her older sister is dead. The dead body was found lying in the bed as if Aunt Lily died while sleeping peacefully. Nevertheless, the house isn’t haunted at all, or so I thought … Two weeks later, after we settled in to our new house and got me enrolled to an elementary school that has ballet lessons. I was practicing ballet in a spacious room that my father, Ha Yoo Ahn, customized to be my practice room, when I accidentally stepped onto something that made the floor moving. Stunned while watching the floor made an opening underground, I’m more amazed than scared when I discovered a secret passage in the house so I didn’t call out to my mom. I climbed down the stairs and the more I take my steps the more I see how big the secret room is. Most of the stuffs are just rocks covered with sands, there are also broken jars and vases, so I’m quite disappointed when I thought I’m going to find treasures instead of junks. But there are five stones at the corner that piqued my interest. They’re aren’t covered with dust unlike the other things that I’ve touched and all of them are smooth and shining even though I don’t understand what’s written in them as I’m only about to turn seven. I don’t know if it’s just my imagination but I’m seeing a rainbow on the fifth stone and when I tried to touch it with my right hand my palm just landed on the stone. I heard a big voice saying something that I can’t understand because it’s neither Korean or English, so I looked around immediately to check if someone’s with me but I see no one. That’s when I start to get scared, I’m about to run when I feel that my right hand is wet so I look at my palm and to my horror, it’s blood. I’m bleeding because of the huge cut on my palm, so I scream as loud as I can while I run in panic. “MOOMMM!!!” running upwards on the stairs. “MOMM!! MOM!” “What is it baby??!” Mom catching her breath after she rushed to come for me. “What happened?!” looking at me as I continue crying. “My hand.” showing her my right hand. “I’m bleeding.” “Oh my gosh! Baby, let’s go to the hospital right now!” Mom freaking out as she tries to stop the bleeding. “How did you get this huge cut?? Was it from a mirror, did you touch a shard of broken mirror?!” dragging me out hurriedly from the house towards the car. I was crying in shock from the blood but not because of the pain, I may have a huge cut but it doesn’t hurt at all. Mom was trying to calm me down as she drives me to the hospital although she’s the one who needs to chill from freaking out. I woke up with a bandage wrapping around my right hand and my mom looking at me with teary eyes as she caresses my face. “Are you alright, baby?” Mom caressing my face. “Do you feel pain on your right hand?” “Mmm. I’m fine, mom.” looking at my mom’s face. “Can we go home now? I don’t like it here.” sitting up. “Of course, baby. Mommy will settle the bills and then we can go, the doctor said that you’re not hurt anywhere aside from your hand after doing some tests, so we can leave.” mom stand up. “Wait, for mommy here, don’t go anywhere, just stay still, please sweetie.” “Yes, mommy.” nodding. “I’ll wait for you here.” watching her leave. I’m looking at my bandaged hand while recalling what happened earlier, there’s no way I’ll have a cut this big and deep because there’s nothing sharp in there but the thing I most curious about is why it doesn’t hurt? I can move my hand though and feel something when I touched a cold drink with the tips of my fingers but the wound on my palm is something, I see but never feel. Over a month, my wound is completely healed and remains a big scar on my hand. After having dinner at 7pm, I played games with mom before she put me into bed by 9pm, after brushing my teeth and taking a half bath of course. Tomorrow is my 7th birthday, 24th of August, and because it’s a Monday, dad decided to stay with me and mom to celebrate instead of opening the shop and doing business. When the clock strikes at 12 midnight, it made a sound that echoes in the entire house. I find myself getting up from bed not because I’m going to the bathroom to pee but I’m going somewhere. I can see where I’m going to but I can’t control my body as if it’s not mine until I reached my practice room. I stepped onto the middle part of the floor and the passage opens up again then I climbed down the stairs as if someone is summoning me and I couldn’t help but to follow the voice that I’m hearing. I walked towards the corner of the room where the five stones should be but instead of those stones, there’s an old man. A bearded and mature, white-haired man, who holds a scepter on his right hand and an overflowing cornucopia on his left while sitting on his throne. I’ve been reading books that my late aunt left in her library, together with my mom that’s why I know what the man is holding on his hands but what I don’t know is him. I wanted to ask him a lot of questions but I can’t even open my mouth to speak as I only listen to what he’s saying even though I can’t understand a single word as it’s not Korean or English. I don’t know how long I’ve been standing in front of the man and listening to his words until I heard my mom calling out to my name. “Desa. Desa. Baby wake up!!” Mom looking at me in puzzlement. “Baby, what are you saying in your dreams? Where did you learn that??” I opened my eyes and I’m still in bed. “Mom, what are you …?” I suddenly feel an excruciating pain on my hand where my scar is. “AAAW! mom it hurts! AWWW!! my hand!” crying out loud. “Baby, baby, what’s happening to you??!” Mom freaking out. “Honey, Ha Yoo Ahn! Come over here! Something’s wrong with our baby!” “What??! What is it?!” Dad rushed in to my bedroom. “What’s happening??? What’s wrong with Desa??” “I don’t know. I woke her up because she’s speaking in Latin while sleeping and when she woke up, she said that her hand hurts.” Mom panicking. “Baby, tell mommy what to do. What can I do for you??” “Get my car key, honey.” Dad said. “Let’s take her to the hospital to see what’s wrong.” carrying me in his arms. “You’ll be fine, baby, daddy is here. You know you’re safe with daddy, right?” “It hurts daddy!” crying in his arms while he walks faster than his usual pace towards outside. “Yeah, I know, I know baby. We’ll take you to the hospital and the doctor will take the pain away, just hold on for a while.” Dad shoving me in at the backseat of his car. “I don’t know if it’ll help but hold onto this for now, baby.” Mom handing me an ice pack as she sits beside me at the backseat while Dad is driving the car. I can feel the coldness of the ice pack but the pain on my palm is too overbearing that nothing else matters. When we arrived that morning to the hospital, they’ve done tests on me but they couldn’t find what’s wrong so instead of letting me suffer the unexplainable pain they just put me to sleep. It worked; I’m not hurting while I’m sleeping but when I woke up again the pain didn’t go away like it waited for me to be conscious. I heard what the doctor told my parents, that I’m being delusional and seeking for their attention that’s why I’m pretending to be in pain when the medical results shows nothing but normal. How I wished I am and I’m just imagining things on my own, in that case I can get back to reality with ease, but the pain is so real to be ignored and it’s so frustrating that no one believes me. Why would I pretend to be sick and be here in the hospital, when I’m supposed to be celebrating my birthday at the amusement park?! When the night ended the pain also stopped in an instant like nothing ever happened, so my parents took me home the next morning after the doctor told them to monitor my behavior closely. My dad goes to work but my mom never leaves on my side like I’m someone who can’t do anything on my own. I don’t want them to worry about me anymore so when my scar hurts again that day that lasts for less than an hour, I just kept it to myself instead of telling them and treat me like a crazy kid. In two weeks, I’ve learned that my scar hurts for 37 minutes in a day but after that it’ll be gone like nothing but it’s more tolerable than the first time, so I can endure the pain on my own. “Mom, I’m already on my 2nd grade, do you really have to send me to school on my first day??” sitting on the passenger seat of her car. “What’s wrong about sending my baby to school every day? Mommy just stayed in the house to do chores so sending dropping you off and picking you up isn’t a big deal for mommy.” smiling at me. “If you’re worried about me, you don’t have to.” glancing at her. “How can I not worry about my baby? I’m your mother and worrying is only normal for me to do.” glancing back at me. “I know you’re a smart kid and a talented one but you’re always be my baby, mommy cares about you a lot, remember that.” “Fine, you’re not listening to me anyway so do whatever you want.” looking away. “I’m not even sure if I should tell you about it or not.” thinking of the secret passage I discovered as I’ve been keeping it to her and lied about my where I got my wound. “What is it baby? You can always tell mommy everything.” Mom keeping her eyes on the road. “Forget it, I don’t want to talk about it.” sighing. “Did you just sigh at mommy?” laughed at me. “Am I that frustrating to you, baby??” “Just drive. I’m not going to tell you anything.” looking at the streets through the window beside me. “Now, you’re mad at me.” patting my head. “My baby girl is so cute.” “I’m already seven, stop calling me baby.” pouting at her. “Even if you’re 17 or 27 as long as I’m your mother, you’re my baby.” “There’s no use talking to you.” shaking my head. “Hahaha, we’re already here, baby.” Mom parking the car. “I thought you’ll just drop me off why do you have to park the car??” “Because I’m coming with you. It’s your first day at school and on top of that I want to see your classmates.” getting off from the car. Mom hold my hand as we walked towards the classroom and talked to my teacher first before she handed me over. “Come, don’t be shy.” Teacher telling me to come in at the classroom. “You may seat at the available seat over there, it’s the first day of school, anyway so you don’t have to introduce yourself at the front.” Right, I’m a transferee but I’m starting the school year like everyone else so no need for formal introduction. “Are you sure you want to sit here with me?” girl sitting right next to me. “Everyone’s avoiding me because of them.” pointing at the girls sitting at the center of the classroom. “Wait, do you understand what I said just now??” looking at me in puzzlement. “Yes, I came from a British school before I transferred here so I can understand English, don’t worry.” reassuring her. “Also, I like here near the window, I’m Desa Ha, by the way.” reaching out my hand to her as I wait for her to shake hand with me. “Alexa Hope.” shaking my hand. “Desa Ha, that’s a unique name, are you Chinese? Most of the Chinese I know have a short last name.” “Korean. It’s nice meeting you Alexa. Our first name almost sounds alike and our last name starts with H, I think we can be good friends.” smiling at her. “You want to be friends with me??” staring at me with surprise on her face. “Nobody wants to be friends with me.” “Well there’s one now, and that’s me.” taking out my books. “You can’t take back what you said. You’re my friend from now on.” smiling at me. “I finally make a friend now.” rejoicing silently on her seat before she takes her books out from her bag. ... To be continued ...

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