Unspoken Vow [Namjoon FF] [SOF Prequel 0.3] ✔

Chapter 10

The door. . . still did not open.

"What the hell?" Anya stood in front of the main door, confused.

She grabbed the door handle tightly in her hand and pulled with a jerk, but it would not budge.

The house is not old enough for the door to be jammed.

Finding it only a little strange, Anya went to open the window facing the sea in the seating room. She grabbed the handle and pulled casually, then with increasing amount of force. . . . with no result.

Disbelief flooded her. She stepped back, clenching and unclenching her hands from the imprint of the handle of the window.

A rising sense of absurdity mixed with a bit of fear churned inside her stomach.

She looked around the beautiful house, just as homey and comfy as it had been. The batter remained covered on the kitchen counter where she had left it, the light blanket still draped over the sofa, the curtains pulled to the side letting the sunlight in.

Different sparrows sat on the sills of the window, chirping merrily, the sound of the wave easily reaching er ears. Everything around her was the picture of a merry and happy house.

Except for the fact, that she could not get out.

One by one, and then with increasing sense of panic, Anya rushed to all windows on the ground floor, not leaving even a single one. Every window was shut tight, with not a single inch of it moving. She put all her strength in opening it, but it just felt as if they were nailed shut.

By now, the creeping sense of horror had engulfed her heart. The cheery late afternoon state of the spacious rooms filled with tasteful and comfortable furniture was looking hypocritically scary to her.

This cannot be real.

Her heart was racing like crazy, her breaths starting to come in pants.

Upstairs. Its just one floor. Can easily jump down.

Not giving up on hope, Anya dashed to her room, stumbling and almost falling on the carpet as she madly went to clutch at the closed windows which she clearly remembered, had been open, when she had gone downstairs.

"Come on!!!!" she pulled it hard enough to hurt herself, but achieved to get exhausted with no results.

"No. no. This, this is not real." Full-fledged Panic setting in, the silent house was becoming loud in its frightening wake.

Anya tried hard to calm down, trying to think but all she could hear now was her heart beating loudly. The air in the house was just as normal as it had always been, nothing seemingly out of place. There were no creaking sounds, no negativity, no nothing.

Everything was normal.

Which only served to scare her more.

There was NO possible logical reason for this. Even considering it to be a hallucination, Anya dug her nails on her right forearm, leaving crescent shaped wounds. The physical pain confirmed her to be cognizant and alert to the unnatural nightmare.

She went about entering each room, unveiling the fact that the house was shut in every manner. The door to the roof similarly, could not be opened.

Swallowing hard, Anya let out a shaky breath, then decided to run downstairs. Once there, she cautiously reached for the phone, fearing there to be no dial tone.

But that fear, at least, was unfounded.

Breathing a little easier, she quickly dialled Mira's House number. The phone connected and started ringing just as it normally would.