The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 10 - (The Missing)

Over the next few days, the incidents around the manor only seemed to escalate. It started small—misplaced items I could have sworn I had left in a different spot, doors I distinctly remembered closing now standing ajar. Easily dismissible occurrences on their own.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid.

It's an old house, after all.

But then came the night I awoke to find my closet door open, clothes and shoes strewn about the floor like someone had rummaged through my belongings. I knew I had hung everything up neatly before bed. A cold sweat broke out across my brow as I realized the implications—something, or someone, had been in my room while I slept.

This can't be happening.

Am I losing my mind?

As days passed, more items began to vanish inexplicably. My favorite silver locket disappeared from my jewelry box. The antique candlestick from the dining room went missing. Even my lucky fluffy dice, which I always kept in my car, had vanished without a trace[1].

From then on, I refused to let my guard down for even a moment. I slept with my bedroom door barricaded shut each night and kept a watchful eye out during the day, feeling like I was being watched no matter where I went in the manor. Shadows seemed to linger in every corner, shapes shifting in my peripheral vision.

I can't keep living like this.

I need to find out what's going on.

One afternoon, I was taking a relaxing bath, trying my best to shake the constant unease that had become my companion. As the steam swirled around me, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the tub's rim, allowing the hot water to temporarily soothe my frayed nerves.

Just relax. 

It's all in your head. 

There's nothing to be afraid of.

That's when I heard it—a faint creaking sound, like footsteps in the hallway just outside the bathroom door. My eyes snapped open, my body going rigid as I strained my ears for any other noises.

No, not again.

Please, not again.

There it was again, that unmistakable creak of the old hardwood floors. My heart pounded wildly in my chest as I carefully rose from the bath, grabbing a towel to wrap around myself. With shaking hands, I slowly turned the doorknob and pulled the door open just a crack.

The hallway outside was empty, not a soul in sight. But something on the floor immediately caught my eye—a pair of shoes that definitely did not belong to me. Expensive Italian leather loafers that looked distinctly masculine.

A strangled gasp escaped my lips as the realization hit me—someone, or something, had been in the manor. Perhaps was still inside even as I stood there, dripping wet and frozen in fear.

I slammed the bathroom door shut, locking it with trembling fingers as I sank to the floor in a cold sweat. My mind raced with terrifying possibilities.

Was I being tormented by the supernatural?

Or was there a very real, very dangerous threat lurking within these ancient walls?

As night fell once more, I huddled on my bed, clutching a knife I had grabbed from the kitchen. The shadows seemed to loom larger than ever, ominous shapes shifting in the darkness. Every creak of the settling manor made me jump, my nerves frayed to their breaking point.

I can't take this anymore.

I need to get out of here.

But where would I go?

That's when I heard it—a faint whisper, so quiet I couldn't make out the words. It seemed to emanate from the very walls themselves, an eerie, unintelligible murmur that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I was no longer alone in this place. Whether it was something supernatural or human didn't matter. All I knew was that my safe haven had become a waking nightmare, and I was trapped in the middle of it.

Something was watching me, toying with me. And as the whispers grew louder, more insistent, I could only huddle there and wonder how much longer I could cling to my sanity.

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(670 Words)