That day, at the valley.

Three years ago, when I was in the 9th grade, I went hiking with my parents and got lost—and, as if possessed, I arrived at the valley.

I was so captivated by a boy my age splashing in the water that I didn't see the sign saying Strong Currents: Entry and Swimming Prohibited.

When that boy lightly dipped his hand in the water and stirred it, the current suddenly became calm. I didn't notice that suspicious omen.

After talking and splashing around with him, we naturally ended up introducing ourselves.

"Do you want to be my friend?"

How foolish those words were.

That boy smiled and said,

"To be my friend, you have to do something. Swear that you'll be my friend."

As if charmed, I nodded and made the promise, then followed him to the deepest pool of water in the valley.

I died here.

It's so lonely down here.

No one comes to this valley.

My friend pushed me into the water even though I reached out my hand for help he ignored me and left you won't be like that right

Come into the water with me. Let's be together. Under the water. Inside the water. Together.

He tried to drag me into the water—,

And that's when my parents pulled me out. According to them, I was walking into the water on my own.

Since that day, he has been coming to me every rainy day, asking me to be his friend and to go into the water with him.

How can I get away from him?

Or, since he's a water ghost, a bound spirit... could I somehow make him free from the water?

They say that valley was marked off-limits after a drowning incident—it's like locking the stable door after the horse has bolted.

Could that drowning victim be...