Chapter 1. Reunion (1)

Translator: Lili

Weekly Chapter 2/5

[Story of My Possessed Senior in the Army]

Posted by: Shell

I dropped out in my senior year of high school and spent a year as a PC café addict before getting my draft notice.

I was assigned to Yeoncheon, the goddamn frontlines. You guys know this?

If you’re on GOP frontline duty, you can hear North Korean broadcasts. They blare messages from loudspeakers telling you to defect.

Man, being stationed at the absolute front sucked so bad that I seriously considered deserting, but I managed to endure because my senior was a literal angel.

However, my senior was also kinda… strange.

He’d wake up in the middle of the night and stare into empty corners or talk to himself. At first, I thought he was just sleepwalking, but after living with him for a while, I realized—

My senior could actually see ghosts.

The most memorable incident happened when I was on GOP frontline duty with him.

Damn, this angelic senior even brought a bunch of Choco Pies for me to eat.

I was dozing off after stuffing my face when suddenly, the company commander started banging on the guard post door.

Anyone who’s been there knows—when a company commander or battalion commander suddenly shows up, your mind goes completely blank.

“Hey, Shell! You little shit! Open this goddamn door right now!”

He was shouting my name, and I swear I almost pissed myself. Panicking, I scrambled to open the door, but my senior suddenly grabbed my arm and shook his head twice.

“Shell, you piece of shit! You’re dead meat, got it? If you don’t open this door right now, I’m handing you over to the military police! Open up! Open! Open!!!”

The commander was going ballistic outside, but my senior kept blocking me from opening the door.

“Senior, why are you doing this? The company commander is right outside! We’re gonna get in serious trouble!”

I was freaking out, pacing in place.

“He didn’t give the password.”

The moment my senior said that, it felt like I’d been smacked in the head with a rifle butt.

Even if it was the battalion commander himself, they had to give the password before we could open the guard post door. No exceptions. It wasn’t like I’d lost my mind, but at that moment, I was so close to just opening the door, like I was under a spell or something.

“Shell, you fucking moron! Look down the barrel of your gun right now! Do you have any idea what kind of mess you’ve caused?!”

Since I wasn’t opening the door, the ‘company commander’ started screaming threats at me.

I knew looking down the barrel of a gun was a death wish. But for some reason, I couldn’t help but glance at it. That’s when my senior suddenly grabbed the barrel and yanked it downward.

“Cover your ears and close your eyes.”

Under normal circumstances, I would’ve asked why. But right then? I didn’t even think to question it.

I just did as he said. The moment I covered my ears and shut my eyes, a freezing chill ran through my body. How do I even describe it…? It wasn’t just cold weather. It was the kind of chill that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my legs go weak. And mind you, it was summer.

After a long while, I opened my eyes. There was no company commander outside. Not even a single ant.

“Senior… where did the company commander go? Did he just leave?”

“My dear little Shell, you must’ve had a bad dream. Want another Choco Pie?”

When I dumbly asked him that, he just peeled open another Choco Pie like nothing had happened.

I could’ve just brushed it off as a weird dream and eaten my snack in peace…

But damn it! @#$!! Just thinking about it again gives me chills.

Truth is, when he told me to cover my ears, I got a bad feeling, so I only pretended to do it.

And I heard him say:

“The one you’re looking for isn’t here, so stop bothering Shell and leave.”

That’s basically what my superior said. And man, I realized that if it weren’t for him, the ghost would have influenced me, and I probably would have ended up dead.

I’ve a lot more to tell about this story. If people like it, I’ll make Part 2.

Brawler: What?! Where’s the proof? Does the author of the post not even have ID verification? I call bullshit. <6.30 19:36>

Shell: I can’t prove it, but this is real. I really wanna see my senior again. <6.30 19:37>

Homona: Did you fuck your senior? <6.30 19:38>

Shell: Are you insane? <6.30 19:38>

Tweety: No joke, is this all 100% true? Is your senior a shaman now? <6.30 19:39>

Shell: Every word is true. I saw him last year, but I don’t know how he’s doing now. He has… issues, so he avoids meeting me. <6.30 19:40>

Tweety: What kind of issues? <6.30 19:42>

Shell: Uh… I can’t talk about it. It was a really big deal for me, too. <6.30 19:45>

ClackClack: Real or fake, this story’s fire. I need Part 2 ASAP. <6.30 19:59>

Shell: Looks like people are interested, so here’s a teaser. I used to think my senior was from a rich family because he always bought me Choco Pies. But when his family visited, it was this old man wearing a shaman’s robe. Have you guys ever seen a real shaman? The guy was huge and had this crazy aura. He thanked our unit for taking care of my senior and bought us all fried chicken and burgers. The wildest part? That shaman grandpa drove a Rolls-Royce. <6.30 20:15>

Brawler: A lawyer drives a Lincoln, and a shaman drives a Rolls-Royce? Bro, chill with the exaggeration. <6.30 20:17>

Tweety: Do you know where that shaman has his fortune-telling business? <6.30 20:20>

Shell: No clue. My senior hated people asking about that stuff. <6.30 20:21>

Tweety: Are you sure your senior actually saw ghosts? You’re not imagining things? <6.30 20:21>

Shell: I’d bet my dick on it. No way in hell it was my imagination. <6.30 20:22>

Tweety: Shell, check your DMs. <6.30 20:30>

Brawler: Looks like Tweety’s coming to cut off Shell’s dick lmao. <6.30 21:35>

ClackClack: Hold up, isn’t something off? Based on Shell’s old posts, he was still in high school. So how’d he already finish his military service? <6.30 21:36>

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