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It’s been 10 years since I've last been here. This place held so many memories. l got out of my car looking up at my childhood home. I step on the grass and think about how I even got to this point, after admiring the old building I took a deep breath ready to see what's inside.

I started my day off like i normally do, l awoke from my slumber and got out of my comfortable bed, walked to my small apartment bathroom and looked at the mirror scanning my body up and down, stopping to look at the two pinkish scars on my chest l then brush my teeth, do my face routine, and brushed my hair. 

 I walked to my kitchen where l turned my kettle on and set my favorite mug out on the counter. As the kettle started boiling l went back to my room and to pick out an outfit for another day of work.

“Hmm salmon or peach..” I asked myself, looking closely at the two shirts side by side, “I'll go with…peach!” It looks better with the yellow hoodie and black pants I choose. As I slipped on my work boots my water was boiling and l poured it on top of the tea packet in my mug. I walk to the window that's in my kitchen, while looking at the view from the floor I live on l blew the steam away from my tea to cool it down and take a sip. 

I sigh in bliss as the peach and grapefruit flavor hits my tongue and for the next few minutes l down my tea and stare out the window again seeing the mailman leaving the building. After that l put my mug in the sink, grab my phone, wallet, keys, and i'm out the door.

I go to the stairwell door and start the walk down 3 flights of stairs and as my feet hit the ground floor l wave to the receptionist at the front desk, I walk to the wall of mail boxes finding mine and unlocking it with my key.

I look at all of the normal mail, bills, junk, and trash scams, while skimming the mail l spot a pink letter in the pile of paper. l didn't recognized the name but it was addressed to me so it wasn't misplaced, putting my keys down l rip the letter open and take out the paper. Reading the words that said that my step-parents passed away. 

l stopped.

The people who took me in after the fatal accident where my parents died, the people who cared for me and protected me are dead? This couldn't be happening, this has to be a dream l just need to wake up, l slap myself in the face and the receptionist looks at me with a raised eyebrow “sorry thought i saw a fly” she gave a confused look and looks back to the paperwork on her desk.

 ok..It was NOT a dream.

Panicked and a little hurt from the slap l continued reading the letter. And as l look at the bottom of the paper reading the last sentence at the end stating ‘has given you her house’

There is a phone number at the bottom of the letter and right next to it was the name of my step-mom’s lawyer, l pulled out my phone and began to dial the number. It rings three times before a man with a noticeably annoyed voice answers 

“Hello. this is Ao Guang from The Four Seas office speaking, how may I assist you today?” l begin to stutter out an answer “heeey Ao Guang. it’s wukong, lm calling on the behalf of my recently deceased mother” l say into the phone.”Ah yes. Wukong, l was expecting your call, l assume you received my letter concerning your mothers will?” He asked “yes i've just opened it and I was wondering if l could come down to your office to discuss further on this matter?” Of course I'll have to go down to his office. Why would I even ask that? What is he going to do to not let me see her will?

There was a long silence until He clears his throat and says “How does 4:30pm sound” he says “That could work! Thank you Ao Guang” l respond.

After all the legal paperwork is settled Ao gives me the keys to the house and sends me on my way. And now I'm here to the place where part of my life began and part of it died. As all the moving vans begin to park l walk to the front door and unlock it. When it slowly opens a cloud of dust puffs out “what the hell? Why is it so dusty didn't they just die?” l say while walking in looking around the place with plastic wrapped furniture and old photo frames.

Standing there in the old house gives me a weird feeling, not a bad one but one of familiarity and warmth... Like an old friend. lm soon knocked out of my daydream-like state when a mover asked where I wanted the boxes of my belongings, dazed. I just point at a corner and tell him to drop it off there.

After an hour or so everything is in the house ready to be unpacked, but first cleaning because geez this place needs some help so i put on britney spears-toxic and get to work.

After hours of sweeping,dusting,wiping,moping,and spraying down the place from top to bottom, I sit down on the newly uncovered couch, look around and pat myself on the shoulder proud of the work l achieve on my own.

It's around 11pm at this point and l don't have anywhere to be tomorrow so l set on beginning to unpack some of the smaller boxes. putting cups and dishes in the cabinets and silverware in the drawers of the kitchen, I placed out photo frames of me and Nezha that had us and our parents..

remembering the moments we had made me smile

I finish up and start to head upstairs where there's an old bed l can use until I order a new one, and as l start to drift off l think about how l might be able to call this place home once again.

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It's been about 2 weeks since I moved into my old home and ever since the first day there have been some weird things going on around here.

First off my food has been going bad only a day after l buy it then there's the thing with my furniture moving around and being in different places when l get home from work and the noises that go off in the middle of that night like tapping or running up and down on the roof.

After a while, I've come to one conclusion…rats, it's the only thing that can make any practical sense with the sound of feet going back and forth and them bumping into chairs and moving them around while I'm gone. So I decided to call an exterminator to come and get rid of the mice while I'm off to work and after a long day at the warehouse l come home to the extermantier packing up and putting his equipment back in his truck.

I walk up to him to see if he caught anything. “Hey man! Were you able to find anything ?” he continues to place his tools back in his truck before speaking.

“Yeah um, l actually couldn't find any signs of, well anything, no droppings, no bite marks, hell I couldn't even find bugs dead or alive it's like every part of the house has some kind of animal replacement on it,” he says standing there a little surprised himself at what he’s saying.

“Well, thanks for coming out anyways, it might be the plumbing going off at night, do you know any good plumbers that l can give a call?” l ask while writing him a check so he can be off on his way.

He grabbed a small notebook from out of his pocket and wrote something down then tore the paper out and handed it to me.

“Give these guys a call and they'll get you sorted out” and he got in his truck and left.

l looked down at the paper as l was walking to the front door and went to open it but heard a creak instead and when l looked up the door was slowly inching open wider and wider, as if it was inviting me in. l guess the guy didn't close it all the way, as l walk into the house l hear a tapping noise from the ceiling.

I  should call those plumbers.

I grab my phone out of my pocket but it's dead? Weird it was at least at 45 when l got off from work not much more than 10 minutes ago. Probably time to replace it with a newer model then, but for now l should go charge it.

When l go upstairs l get this unnerving chill up my spine like something is watching me, or someone, maybe it's the AC making all the noise at night?  that's why l feel so cold because it's broken, that makes sense.

l continue going upstairs and trip on the last step and fall only a few centimeters from the open window in front of the top of the stairs, the exterminator left it open l guess when l look down at what l tripped on l found nothing.

Weird? I miscalculated the height of the step but l might still be readjusting to the house again so nothing out of the abnormal, l finally make it to my room with no more troubles and plug my phone in, rather than wait for that to finish l go back downstairs and head for the kitchen to make late lunch early dinner but when l walk through the doorway l see all of my cabinets open.

Man that exterminator really does not know how to close things, l shut them all and head to the fridge I'm thinking maybe a sandwich sounds nice but as l was gathering the ingredients l hear a crash behind me and when l turn around one of my cabinets is open again and broken glass is on the floor.

Oh no, are they slanted? Do l need to get them releveled? At least it wasn't one of my favorite mugs.

I pick up the shards of glass and cut my finger pretty deep on one of the edges and as the blood drips to the floor it starts to form a circle of sorts like someone is dragging their finger in the puddle and shaping it.

Dear god, is the floor slanted too?

How much money am l going to spend on this house?

As the blood stops moving and the shape is formed along with symbols l have never seen in my life the ground starts to shake and a loud noise starts playing like a sea of damned souls screaming for freedom are in my ear.

I shut my eyes close and cover my ears but l can still hear them, they are in my head, and when the ground stops moving and the noise stops l open my eyes again and look around, nothing has changed as far as l can see.

That was quite the earthquake, I've never experienced one that intense before, but lucky that tells me the house isn't slanted and the glass fell from the tremors l couldn't feel before, l finished picking up the glass and throw it away then l head to the bathroom to find the medkit l always have just in case l need it.

I clean my cut and put a band-aid on it then head back to the kitchen to finally make my sandwich but as l start walking back l pass the grandfather clock that's in the hallway and see that about 3 hours have passed.

How long was l on that floor?

As l keep looking at the clock l catch my reflection in the glass and it isn't me staring back, but when l blink he’s gone, like he wasn't there.

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After that day nothing was the same, now when l come home instead of the furniture being moved a little it's now on the roof or thrown out a window l left open on accident.

l don't know what could be causing all of the strange activity while I'm away, l mean I've called plumbers, electricians, even a groundskeeper though as soon as he opened the door of his truck he told me to call an exorcist and slammed it shut and drove off.

At this point, there's nothing else I can do but sit in defeat and keep going on with my life as best I can, l guess l could go take a shower, maybe it will help clear my mind.

I get up and head to the bathroom l have adjacent to my room, and for some reason, I keep my gaze on the floor. I don't know why but it's like my body is trying to tell me something.

When I finally see then sink in front of me l try to look up to see the mirror but l can't it's like gravity is against me and when l finally get the strength to snap my head back and look at the ceiling l take in a few deep breaths like l just ran a marathon and not trying to pick my head up from the force of the air.

And when l slowly crane my neck down to face myself head on and look in the mirror all l see is my hair sticking up in all kinds of places, my sideburns have grown a little longer than l like and my chin has a peach like fuzz, l wonder when l last had a haircut?

I can schedule one for later right now though l need to wash off all this stress.

I grab the back of my shirt where my shoulders are and slightly bend my body forward and slip the shirt off, when l straighten back up l look at the mirror and look over my chest only to see the two pink scars and my chest hair that trails down the middle to meet the hair at my navel.

I scratch at my chest a little then drag my hand down to my stomach and give it a pat. I'm not out of shape and have plenty of muscle but I'm still soft enough not to have a six pack, l have more of a dad bod.

After looking over myself a bit more, l raise my leg off the ground to take off one of my socks then l do the same with the other sock and add them with my shirt.

I walk over to the shower and turn the hot water on all the way then the cold just enough to make sure the hot doesn't burn my skin.

Taking a deep breath l grab the hem of my shorts and pull them down my legs to expose my boxers, now l didn't get bottom surgery, not because l couldn't but because l didn’t want to, after my chest was done l felt like myself nothing more and nothing less was going to change that but sometimes l still feel like l did when l look down. 

Reaching my hand out to feel the temperature of the water l deem it warm enough and pull my boxers off so fast I thought they might rip and step into the shower under the flow of the water.

I let my hair drown in the water while l grab my bottle of shampoo and squeeze some into my palm, l put the bottle down and spread the gooey liquid between my hands and lower my head to scrub at it with the soap then wash it out only to grab my conditioner and do the same process over again.

When my hair is rid of the last of the product l grab my washcloth and body wash and open it to put a small amount on the cloth to wash off the dirt that has formed on my body.

I started by leaning my neck back and scrubbing around my now exposed throat and over my pulse then down to my chest where the cloth skimmed my nipple and a shock went up my spine and down to my core, l gasp and with tense shoulders l stop and let out a heavy breath.

Not being able to wrap my head around what just happened l set the cloth down and slowly raise a shaky hand to my right nipple and drag my thumb over it “Mmph” and again it happens the shock of electricity but now my nipple is hard and l know the water isn't making me this wet.

Leaning my right side against the wall to hold up most of my weight l pinch my nipple “Ngh” and l twist “Ahh f-fuck” my legs already feel like jello and l haven't even done much, when was the last time l took care of myself?

While my left hand was occupied my right started moving down further where l really needed it, l cup myself and push my palm up where my clit is “Gnghh” my legs give out on me, and l fall to my knees but l don't notice I'm too focus on moving my hand back in forth, too focused on that delicious feeling it brings me. I try to speed up but it's like that invisible force is back again and l can't move my arm like it doesn't belong to me anymore, my hand stops and all l can do is squeeze my eyes shut and clench my teeth.

“Please l was so close l just want to cum, l need to cum” l don't know who I'm begging to and l don't care because as soon as the words leave my mouth my hand starts moving again and that's all l need, but then it stops and I'm about to break down crying it hurts in the best way possible.

Then a hand grabs the back of my neck and slams my head onto the floor of the shower and the scream of pain turned into one of pleasure as two of my finger were shoved into me “Fff-fuck more Mhmh, please m-more!” l say to the small space filled with steam.

“Only good boys get more” and l froze at the deep voice that was in my ear or at least tried to but my fingers were still pistoning in and out of me and l could only moan more for the person behind me.

And as l felt a weight drape over me l couldn't care less as my other hand moved to circle my clit “Faster Ugh deeper Hhuhh, anything please” but when l thought nothing would happen a third finger entered and my clit was rubbed faster and l could feel my stomach tie itself into knots and my body ready to release until it all stopped.

“I’ve been good, l w-was a good boy just l-like you said '' and as l panted on the ground catching my breath l waited, for something anything, and it came in the form of a gravelly voice.

“Cum” and everything started again, my fingers moving at the speed of light to hit my g-spot and my clit being abused in the most pleasurable way, and l did.

My body froze up and my eye rolled back into my head and my legs shook from the force of it all but my hands' didnt stop and l could feel a second orgasm approach but all l could see was white and by the time l came again l was out like a light my body to exhausted to keep me awake.

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I could hear this buzzing, like the lights in a hospital and the warmth of an oven or fire.

I open my eyes only to be met with darkness, not the darkness you would get if you turned off the lights at night, the kind you get when you're sleeping, the kind you only see for a second when you wake up and don't even remember closing them.

When time seems to stop and speed up.

When I looked down l couldn't see my hands or feet or body, nothing, but also I could like l was watching myself from a different perspective.

I was looking around and l could only see the back of my head but I have a button-up shirt on with black slacks and white socks l don't know why but l can't see the color of the shirt. How do l know it's a button-up?

Why can l see the pants' color? They're black like everything else. Why can l see the outline of them as they cling to me like a second skin, as if they are my skin. Am l naked?

I'm cold now, l don't feel that I'm cold but l see it as l start to shiver. I want to leave l can't stand being wherever l am it feels calm but the kind you get when you know a murderer isn't going to kill you, just to taunt you with your life, how they hold it in their hands and seize all control there is to have in the situation.

I close my eyes but they still remain open and when l breathe in l scream loud and long but no noise is made and l don't know who l am anymore, what's my name, was that person standing in front of me l need to ask them where we are maybe they know something.

As I walk towards them and touch their shoulder everything goes white and l open my eyes to the ceiling of my bedroom. l raise my hand to touch my face and start to move down over my shoulder to my chest on my stomach and stop when l feel the sensitive stinging in my core, feeling ready to take 5 or call it a day.

l wouldn't blame it, after that nightmare l think l need a day or two off from life but as they say, the show must go on or whatever people who run plays or a circus says. I slowly use my elbows to help push me up from my position on the bed and when my vision catches up with the rest of me I see that it's dark out. When did l go to sleep? The last thing l remember was taking a shower and- oh god what did I do, what am l a teenager?

I turn my body and put my feet on the ground and stand up, but when l feel the breeze of the AC brush my skin I turn to grab clothes from my closet only to find some at the foot of my bed, weird l don't remember putting those there but whatever clothes are clothes l guess.

I start putting them on in the same order l do every time, first boxers then shirt- oh “is there only boxers and a sweater?” I grab the sweater and put it on “better than nothing l guess” I turn to my door and start walking out of it to my bathroom to see if anything was knocked over after the activities earlier. Pulling back the shower curtain showed me no knocked over bottles or anything out of place though l can't find the clothes l took off so maybe l already put them away?

Whatever it was, it was one least thing l had to do so l leave the bathroom and headed to the kitchen where I'm thinking of ordering a pizza for what seems to be dinner now with it being so late. walking down the stairs shows me that all my lights are off on the first floor except my kitchen and the feeling building in my stomach is one I've never felt before, I can't place what it is, not fear or anxiety.

l walk through the doorway to the kitchen and when l see the pineapple pizza on my table l’m not scared or worried, the feeling comes to light as warmth, love for someone from someone I don't know what's happening to me or this house but someone here loves it, loves this place as their own and l think they're trying to share that with me or at least trying to show their not hostel.

Maybe l should call an exorcist or priest but for now, l’m going to eat this delicious pizza and grab a drink from my fridge, opening the door blinded me with light coming within, and as l blink to adjust my sight l see a peach tea in the frigid waiting for me and as l grab it and sit back at the table l smile.

I'm not quite sure why, but I feel I'll find out sooner or later and I can't wait.

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Its been about a month since the ‘Bathroom incident’; as l call it, and nothing has been out of place after that. No chairs moving, no doors opening on their own, no blood sacrifices.

At first I thought that maybe the house finally settled down after all the moving and cleaning of every nook and cranny. But that feeling of warmth is still present in every space of the house. Never getting too hot or fading into a chill, but staying in a nice blanket of calm and sometimes love.

Though nothing is causing my brain to crack open and spill my brain matter across the floor to become a new part of the house, l still get a few spooks every now and then.

Waking up in the middle of the night is somewhat unnatural for me though not impossible, and being as l woke from lack of oxygen, l’d say it’s more of an anomaly then just unnatural. That's besides the point, opening my eyes gives me the view of a purple cloud? Smoke? l’m not really sure but it definitely has some weight to it. With the feeling of my breath being literally stolen, my mind wakes at a faster pace than usual. Finally grasping at the waking world tells me that l am in no immediate danger and the feeling of suffocating was more of fear than a bodily reaction.

“Finally awake are we?” a voice l hadn't heard in a long time asks. Though still thinking that maybe it's all a dream just like the last, where l felt everything and nothing all at once. l answer.

“Being as l work plenty of hours during the day. l feel l deserve the few l get resting in place, wouldn't you agree?” not expecting a response back, because honestly who is? l turn to go back in a deep slumber. When my body doesn't give into the command though, l give up and decide sleeping on my back is better then not at all.

Letting that familiar comfort of warmth wash over me l fall into a dreamless night. At least l thought l did. Because when l next opened my eyes l was back in the black void of nothing, seeing myself once again in that button up shirt, black slacks, and plain white socks.

“l forget how long humans sleep for, l don't get much sleep nowadays. l don’t really need it” that same voice states. Knowing who it belongs to, l shoot back another remark.

“You didn't do much of that while still on the living plane either, so l imagine it still doesn't affect you much” looking around l see no one, but l feel him. I feel the love l thought l lost long ago on that rooftop. As if sensing l was looking for him, he appeared.

“l suppose you are right dear, but looking up at the stars always felt right with you, when everyone else was non-existent in their own dreams and it was the two of us and the universe” he said those words everytime we snuck out to be together, the words that express his love for me. And the last words l heard from him.

I don't know what the breaking point was but l shattered into a pile of ruffled clothes and sobbing tears. “I miss you so much, l thought you left. Left me to follow the stars” and as the tears kept falling, his warmth kept coming closer. 

“Damn the stars, my true love will always be here, that's nothing the stars can give. Their heat and power could never compete with your smile and your golden eyes from the sun”, l feel him all around me. Covering me and holding me. But it's not enough, it will never be enough. 

l crave to hold him, to love him as l used to. But he’s gone now.

And l can’t fix that.

“Look at me my sun” l hear him whisper, but do l? Isn't he just like the ghosts l saw before. Nothing but a shell of a thought.

“Look at me my love” he still talks like he used to. Nothing but warmth.

“Look at me”, l do, just to break myself. To find no one there.

And when my eyes look up, and when he stands there in all the glory l suspect he would have had as a living being. I do the first thing on my mind.

I kiss the love of my life.

I jump up and wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, leaving little to no space between us. But from the way he holds his hands on my thighs to accompany my weight, l don't think he minds too much. We kiss fast and viscously, but with all the love we can convey in our bodies, minds, and souls.

Pulling away just enough to catch our breath but never enough to be more than an inch or two from each other. Though now thinking back on it l don’t think he had to breathe.

When we finally pull away l get a proper look at his face after so many years. He has two jagged scars on his face, one across his eyebrow and the other drawing a line from one cheek across his nose and ending on the other cheek. God did he get hotter?

“How are you my love?” he asks in the gruff voice l love so much and can’t wait to re-associate myself with. Before answering l give him one kiss on the scar covering his nose, he scrunches his face up in the most handsomest smiles l have ever seen, and l can’t help but stare for a few more seconds.

“Well now that l’m here and holding you in my arms once again after all these years, l’d say l’m in one hell of a dream or that l might be in shock”