𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓!

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As the night grew darker, Jungkook's fear started to grow. The haunting melody from room 222 began again, soft and eerie, drifting through the halls. Each note sent chills down his spine. He was curious about the room, but the stories he had heard made him cautious. He didn't want to risk his life over curiosity.

Jungkook lay in bed, trying to ignore the unsettling tune. His thoughts drifted back to Sana and the chaos of the last few days, but the music kept pulling him back to the present. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come.

Suddenly, the room plunged into darkness. The electricity had gone out. Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest as he lay there, paralyzed with fear. The only sound was the eerie melody from room 222, now louder and more menacing.

He sat up, trying to steady his breathing. His eyes adjusted to the dark, and he saw it—a shadowy figure standing beside the bathroom door. It was short, compared to Jungkook, and still, its presence sending a wave of terror through him. Jungkook's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the figure, unable to move.

The figure didn't move either, just stood there, as if waiting for something. Jungkook's mind raced. Was this real? Was it a ghost? He wanted to scream, but no sound came out. He was drenched in sweat, his body trembling.

Just as suddenly as it had gone out, the electricity came back on, flooding the room with light. The shadow was gone. Jungkook jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, his heart still racing. He flipped on the light, searching every corner, but there was nothing there. No shadow, no figure. Just an empty room.

He tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths. "It's just a hallucination," he whispered to himself. "I'm just tired and stressed. That's all it is." But even as he said it, he wasn't sure he believed it. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong.

Jungkook crawled back into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. He stayed lay there, wide awake, listening to the disturbing silence. The melody had stopped, but the fear was present. Every creak and groan of the hotel seemed amplified in the quiet. He kept his eyes on the bathroom door, half-expecting the shadow to return.

The night dragged on, each minute feeling like an hour. Jungkook's mind raced, filled with thoughts of the cursed room and the tragic story of the couple. He remembered Jisung's warning and the blood he had seen under the door. Was it real? Had he really seen it?

Finally, exhaustion took over, and Jungkook drifted into a restless sleep. But even in his dreams, he couldn't escape the fear. He dreamed of shadows and melodies, of a woman singing softly as she walked down dark hallways. He woke several times, each time convinced that the shadow was back.

By morning, Jungkook was exhausted. He had barely slept and the fear from the night before still clung to him. He knew he couldn't stay in this hotel much longer. He needed to find out more about the room, about the couple, about everything. But for now, he just needed to survive the night.