"Obsession's Web," [Discontinued]

💜 chapter 11 💜

The next morning, Y/N's footsteps echoed hollowly as she approached Jungkook's parents' house, her heart brimming with anticipation of the warm embrace of family. But as she stepped through the threshold, her joy turned to terror as she bore witness to a scene of unspeakable horror.

Before her lay the lifeless bodies of Jungkook's parents, their once lively faces now contorted in agony and frozen in eternal torment. The air was thick with the odor of death, mingling with the metallic tang of blood that coated every surface.

Her hands flew to her mouth in a futile attempt to choke the scream that threatened to escape, her heart pounding with a big fear unlike anything she had ever known. The sight before her was a nightmare made flesh-a wild scenes of violence and despair.

Their heads bore the horrible marks of a savage attack, the unmistakable imprint of a hammer seared into their flesh. Their tongues had been cruelly severed, a cruel mockery of speech silenced forever. Limbs lay twisted at unnatural angles, the sickening sound of bones snapping still ringing in her ears.

But perhaps most horrifying of all were their vacant eye sockets, empty and accusing, their sightless gaze fixed upon her with an accusing stare that chilled her to the core. The eyes-the windows to the soul-now lay shattered upon the floor, their lifeless gaze haunting her every step.

In that moment, Y/N's world shattered into a million jagged pieces, the weight of grief and despair crushing her spirit beneath its relentless force. For in the wake of such senseless brutality, there could be no solace, no redemption-only the cold, unforgiving embrace of a reality tainted by the darkest depths of human depravity.

There was a note stabbed into the wall, with her trembling hands she reached the note only to drop it after reading it.

The note :-

"To the fools who stumble upon my domain,

Your ignorance is a gift to my unquenchable hunger for chaos. You thought yourselves safe, cocooned in your fragile illusions of security. But now you stand upon the precipice of despair, wobbly on the edge of your own demise.

Know this: I am the darkness that lurks in the deepest corners of your nightmares, the whisper that sends shivers down your spine. Your lives are but threads in the cloth of my hostility, and I shall cherish every moment as I undo them one by one.

This is not a warning; it is a promise-a promise of pain, of suffering, of unending torment. Embrace the terror that courses through your veins, for it is the last sensation you shall ever know.

With malice and madness,
'V'

With trembling hands, Y/N reached for her phone, her fingers fumbling as she dialed the emergency number for the police. Each ring seemed to stretch on for an eternity, the silence of the empty house pressing down upon her like a suffocating weight.

"911, what's your emergency?" came the voice on the other end of the line, crisp and professional.

Y/N struggled to find her voice, her words catching in her throat as she struggled to articulate the horrors she had just witnessed. "I... I need help," she managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Ma'am, can you please tell me what's happening?" the operator pressed, a note of urgency creeping into their tone.

With a deep breath, Y/N forced herself to speak, her words tumbling out in a rush of fear and desperation. "There's been... a murder. I-I found... found them... like this. Please, you have to hurry!"

The operator assured her that help was on the way, but the words brought little comfort to Y/N's shattered psyche. As she waited for the authorities to arrive, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the air-a palpable sense of evil that seemed to seep from every corner of the house.