I'm Going Crazy

Worst Nightmare

Su-Ah POV:

I slept quite comfortably for a bit. I woke up occasionally, but fell asleep each time, due to sheer exhaustion. The third time I woke up, and slept again, I had the worst nightmare of my life.

Su-Ah's Nightmare POV:

I was in a dark room. It was pitch black. I saw the wall behind me close in on me, forcing me to run ahead, into the darkness. The wall was moving towards me with surprising speed as I forced myself to run faster. I could hear whispers... were they Han's voice? I couldn't tell. I, honestly, couldn't care less. I just made sure that my foot landed on the floor, one foot in front of the other.

I was running like a crazy person, but before I knew it, the end of the floor came, and I fell into a never-ending void. While I was falling, I screamed at the top of my lungs, deafening myself. As I thought I was going to land on hard concrete, I landed down on my bed.

I turned on the light and yelped. I saw the mannequin with its arms outstretched. It walked up to me, as I, still on my bed, backed up against the wall.

I saw Han's face flicker on the mannequin's face, for a couple seconds, but it, soon, faded. Tears were already streaming down my cheeks as I shrieked. The mannequin had climbed onto my bed, getting closer to me with every passing second.

It grabbed my neck, slowly applying pressure onto my throat. I choked, coughing a bit. It became harder to breathe as the mannequin pressed harder onto my throat. When it came to the point where I could hardly breathe, the mannequin just... disappeared. Vanished.

I looked around but couldn't find it. I sat on my bed, catching my breath, and then got up, taking my phone with me. I turned the flashlight on my phone and cautiously tip-toed out of my room. I went into the living room, trying to find the 'basement' I was in yesterday.

But I didn't find it. It was nowhere to be seen. I looked around, not wanting to give up. I just couldn't find it... which really made me wonder. Where could it be? Lost in my thoughts, I didn't feel the tap on my shoulder.

There was another tap on my shoulder, which made me flinch. I swivelled around, but was met with nothing. Who was it, then, who touched me? Or, rather, what was it? The thought made me shiver, but I was determined not to get frightened. 

I went back to my room, but stopped. I was about to go in, when I heard a soft noise coming from Han's room. I walked over, and heard the sounds more clearly. I could hear soft... talking. Who was Han talking to? 

The door was left ajar, so I peeked in. What I saw... chilled me to the bone. I saw the mannequin and Han conversing, laughing, etc. 

(Don't forget that the mannequin looks like exactly like Su-Ah)

Han caught me looking and smirked. I retreated and ran away to my room. I locked the room door, and waited, making sure that Han hadn't followed me. I opened my room door but quickly closed it, at the sight of Han and the mannequin.

"Darling, come on, I know you're in there. Open up." 

His tone was gentle, yet it terrified me. No. I wouldn't listen to him. I'm not gonna open the door. As quietly as I could, I locked the door, in hopes that Han would give up and leave. But no. The door was yanked open as I stared in shock.

How did the door even- even open? But that wasn't the worst thing. I looked beyond my door but all I found was darkness.

How? Wasn't Han and the mannequin standing right in front of the door? I turned around and yelled. It was them. Han and the mannequin. Standing there. In front of me. In my room.

I wheeled around to run away, but the door slammed shut in front of me, the lock... turning by itself! The mannequin walked towards me as I backed up against my room door.

No. N-no, this can't be happening to me. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the events unfolding around me. I closed my eyes in hopes that everything would just fade to black.

And that's exactly what happened. 

Su-Ah's POV After the Nightmare:

I woke up, sitting upright, sweating like crazy. My throat hurt, as if I'd been screaming my head off. I fumbled around my bedside table for my bottle of water and opened the cap. I let the cool liquid soothe my nerves as I grimaced when the water came in contact with my throat.

I grabbed my phone and checked the time; 4:47 AM. I sat in bed trembling in fear. Everything seemed so real... I mean, like, I could imagine it happening in real life. Which was why it made the nightmare even more terrifying.

I couldn't go back to sleep. After what I saw? No, not at all. I didn't want to suffer more nightmares. As much as I wanted to sleep, I just... couldn't. I didn't have the guts to. I stayed awake, shivering in bed, fighting the urge to sleep, until the clock on my phone hit 8:03 AM.