“Ah yes sir but I can authenticate the circumstances why she obtained such injuries.” He added “She pulled her own tooth because it got loose when she was punched by her own father. He was also responsible for the bruises and the sexual assault. And for the wound she had on her head, she fell down the stairs that day and the students were able to witness that, they said they last saw her went inside the restroom that day.”

After a few seconds of absorbing the pieces of information I have gathered, I sighed. That was enough to say that it is suicide after all considering her circumstance with her father. But I’m still not saying that its not murder.

“Okay thank you very much” I said before ending the phone call without even letting him finish his line.

Closing the folder and putting everything back at the drawer “Well, I’m finished here. I should head back home” I muttered, standing up and glancing at the wall clock.

11pm, well considering my daughter I’m guessing she’s still awake at this hour. I should ask her about Park Young Ji since she goes to the same school as her.

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: “Welcome back.” I was greeted by my daughter as she heard the front door open without even looking at me, who was silently sitting at the living room while reading a book. She may look like a 17 year old girl, but her way of thinking surpasses mine, you could say that she’s like a genius who never speaks much.

“Is your mother asleep already?” I asked, heading towards the kitchen to get myself a cup of water. “Yes, about an hour ago.” She answered in a monotonous voice, keeping her eyes glued on the book she was reading. “I see.” I muttered. “Yoo ma, can I ask you a question?” I spoke softly, watching her from my peripheral view as I sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen.

“As long as it is not a stupid question.” She replied, closing her eyes as if preparing to hear one of those worthless questions I often ask her.

“Well yeah, at work I happen to see a case which involves a girl who committed suicide.” I stated, I saw a change of expression on her face. Her eyebrows were literally knitted to each other and she was gritting her teeth probably from anger. “And I was wondering if you know her since she’s in the same school as you. What was her name again?” I was trying to recall the name of the girl but Yoo ma interjected.

“Park Young Ji” she mumbled, closing her book quite loudly and standing up from her seat. “Don’t meddle with things you can’t understand.” She looked at me with her eyes burning in anger before walking upstairs to her room, I heard her slam her door and lock it.

“Hmm. What’s up with her?” I asked particularly no one “Puberty.” I shrugged and walked towards the living room, turning the television on to pass some time.

For some reasons, the show on the television was about spirits and ghosts. There was an old woman being interviewed in a studio by a man and from the looks of it the old woman looks like she knows a lot about spirits.

“Can you tell us about an old legend about spirits ma’am.” The interviewer asked, and the old woman chuckled a bit.

“I’m sure everyone has already heard of this since its quite popular.” The old woman smiled, looking directly at the camera. “It was a saying from when I was just a little girl. It is said that if a spirit isn’t fully at peace yet, it will return after a year and do the thing it wanted to do. Whether if its saying the things they wanted to tell someone, or…” the woman continued.

“Avenging their own death.”

“What do you mean about that ma’am?” the man asked, quite puzzled about her statement.

“Well there are good spirits and evil spirits you see. They only become like that if their death was either peaceful or not. But if they experienced a horrible death, their main purpose in returning is to avenge it.”

“So you mean, that they’ll return after a year of their death to avenge themselves? Are all the dead people able to do that?” the interviewer asked again, his face delighted for receiving valuable information.

“Not all, young man. It takes a lot of evil energy for a spirit to return, they need to have a lot of willpower and hatred to be able to return.”

“Then its just depends on the spirit if she wanted to return or not?”

“Yes. The more painful it’s death was, the higher the possibility that it will return.”

I turned the television off, yawning as I felt my eyes drooping. I have no interest in spirits or whatsoever so I should just sleep already.

I stood up and was headed upstairs but I caught a glimpse of the calendar hanging on the kitchen wall. The month, the day and the year were all written in large fonts stating that today is: February 12 2014.

“Hmm.” I mumbled, realizing something.

“If that saying is true or whatsoever, then that poor girl’s soul will return tomorrow.”…..

To be continued.

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