Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

"Hello? Is anyone here?" Angzen couldn't help asking it of courtesy, seeing that he was coming into someone's home uninvited.

Wasn't this what they call breaking an entry?

Angzen moved about, not wanting to touch or accidentally break anything since he was already in debt and didn't want to incur more on his head.

Soon enough, the gang ascended the stairs, checking the many rooms available.

First, they headed into the master bedroom fit for a couple with 2 small office rooms on different ends of the room.

Looking at the hair accessories, makeup, sewing machine, handmade baskets, and other items in the room, they assumed this small office space to be for the wife.

And in another office space, there were books, a baseball bat, sets of collectible model trains, and items that probably belonged to the husband.

Oh?

Dorian raised his brow, looking at the journey that appeared to have been hurriedly hidden away.

And from its appearance, it seems to be used quite often by its owner.

Unlike the other books here, there was no dust on it. A few scratches appeared on its cover, and some pages were also reported, probably with creasing and crumbling of the book severally.

It was almost as though the owner was trying to hide whatever he wrote from his wife and many others.

'Hmmm... What secret could you be hiding?'

Seeing Dorian pick the book, Angzen, who was already too close to him with personal boundaries, couldn't resist the urge to take a peek into the journal... Or should he say, Diary?

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[Diary of Clive Congxian]

The book had a green cover that seemed soft, made to mimic that of animal hair.

Dorian flipped the pages, feeling nothing off, until he reached a page dated 3 weeks back.

[Sunday the 3rd.

Today, I picked up my 4-month-old son again, happy that he's growing into a strong boy. As a father, that's all I want for him. But... I seem to have noticed something strange with him. Whenever he eats those things, he smiles as though in ecstasy.]

Angzen frowned.

Eating those things? What things?

[Wednesday the 6th.

Just as I was about to enter my son's room, I heard him giggling and laughing strangely. And so, I decided to spy on him. And the more I watched through the cracks of the door, the more disturbed I was... Was this a reaction a child should have? The uneasy feeling that I thought would go away came stronger than ever.]

[Friday the 8th.

My wife told me to play with my son with the toy rattle she bought. But though I was also scared, I dared not go against my wife. After all, if I annoy her, where will I sleep tonight? With firm confidence, I rattled away, but realized that his smile was only shallow, as though nothing else but that meal would make him happy. It was at that moment that a strange thought clouded my mind... Was my son possessed?]

[Sunday the 10th.

I've observed the child in the room several times, and though it sounds ridiculous and insane, I have included that my son is not normal. Every time he eats those things, his face seems too unnatural. But he's my son. So I captured him and took him to a hospital for a 'routine check.' However, they said there was nothing wrong with him. But I knew they were wrong. Everything was wrong with my son!!]

Angzen's here tightened, wanting to know what happened next. What did the man do?

The shocking revelation in the diary already kept him on the edge of his seat!

If it were the former him, who would he turn to for help?

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[Wednesday the 13th.

I spent time researching what to do, feeling more and more that my son might truly be possessed. But there was no information online. And I knew that if I said a thing of this nature, I would get locked up for life. Even till now, my mind keeps telling me that I'm the insane one for thinking like this. But there's still that 5% feeling that tells me I'm onto something here... Or could it be that I'm overthinking things?...

Anyway, the strangeness of my son is too disturbing. And it appears that no one else apart from myself notices this. It seems that this is a battle I will have to fight alone. No one in the world would be on my side. And quite frankly, I'm also beginning to think I am mad, completely out of my senses, and have gone bunkers. As I write on this fine yet disturbing day, I feel crushed with a thousand swords. How in the world will I save my son?]

Chan-ki narrowed his eyes, taking in all the information he read.

[Friday the 15th.

Today, I once again realized that there's no information on what to do in such cases. So I had no choice but to make solutions for myself. How will I drive whatever is possessing my son away? First, I dumped him into a tub of water and washed his body with dish detergent when my wife wasn't around.]

[Sunday the 17th.

Okay. So this first option didn't work. But will I give up? Not a chance. Today, I planned to speak to whatever was in him, telling him to leave my son alone or I won't give him those things to eat.

Well... The plan seemed good. And quite frankly, I'm proud of my smart thinking. However, I miscalculated my wife's early arrival. She walked into me talking about driving the evil in my son. And without giving me any warning, she swooped in, picked him up from the massive bowl of oil I placed him in and yelled at me from the top of her lungs.

'What the hell is wrong with you?' 'Are you insane?' 'What the hell are you trying to do with our son?'... Blah, blah, blah... I don't remember the rest.

Quite frankly, there were so many things she said that I probably missed out. But one thing was for sure. Tonight, I'll be sleeping on the couch.]

Angzen's lips twitched, feeling that he too would've kicked the idiot out if he were his wife.

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Dorian flipped the page.

[Tuesday the 19th!]

The 19th?

Angzen was taken aback.

Wasn't that yesterday?

Immediately, the tension in the room grew heavy.