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Chapter 9: Threads of Obsession

The days following YN’s encounter in the abandoned building were a blur of anxiety and anticipation. She couldn’t stop replaying the moment when he had caught her, the way he had looked at her, and the chilling realisation that he had known about her all along. His words echoed in her mind, challenging her to dig deeper if she truly wanted to understand him. But what did that mean? What more was there to uncover?

At school, their interactions remained subtle, but every glance, every word exchanged, carried a heavy undercurrent of tension. YN found herself hyper-aware of his every move, watching him with a mixture of fear and fascination. He hadn’t confronted her again, but his presence loomed large in her thoughts, consuming her every waking moment.

One afternoon, as she was walking through the school courtyard, she felt the familiar prickle of being watched. She glanced around, and there he was, standing on the far side of the courtyard, his eyes locked onto hers. He didn’t look away, didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was watching her. YN’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She forced herself to hold his gaze, refusing to back down, even as a shiver of unease ran through her.

A slow, knowing smile curved his lips, and then, just as casually as he had been watching her, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd of students. YN stood frozen for a moment, her mind racing. The game was intensifying, and she was no longer sure who was winning.

Later that evening, as YN sat in her room, she found herself replaying the day’s events. She opened her journal, flipping through the pages filled with notes and observations about him, each one a testament to her obsession. But now, those notes seemed inadequate, incomplete. There was so much she didn’t know about him, so much that he had kept hidden from her.

Driven by a need to regain control, YN decided to dig deeper, just as he had challenged her to do. She spent hours scouring the internet, searching for anything she could find about him. But as meticulous as she was, he seemed to be just as careful. There were no social media profiles, no public records that revealed anything she didn’t already know. It was as if he had deliberately erased his digital footprint, leaving only the bare minimum for her to find.

Frustrated, YN leaned back in her chair, staring at the computer screen. What was he hiding? What was he trying to protect? And more importantly, why was he so intent on drawing her deeper into this twisted game?

The answer came to her in a flash of inspiration. If she couldn’t find anything about him online, maybe she needed to look closer to home. There had to be something, some piece of information she had overlooked, something that would give her the upper hand.

The next day, YN waited until after school to put her plan into action. She knew his routine well enough to predict when he would be out of the house, and she was counting on that knowledge now. The idea of breaking into his home sent a thrill of fear and excitement through her, but she pushed it aside. This was her chance to finally gain the upper hand, to find out what he was hiding.

As she approached his house, YN’s heart raced. The neighbourhood was quiet, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the ground. She scanned the area, making sure no one was watching, then slipped around the side of the house to the back door. She had watched him enough times to know where he kept the spare key, hidden beneath a loose brick by the back steps.

Her hands trembled as she retrieved the key and slid it into the lock. The door creaked open, and YN held her breath, listening for any signs that she wasn’t alone. But the house was silent, the only sound was the distant hum of traffic from the main road.

Stepping inside, YN closed the door behind her, her heart pounding in her chest. The house was neat, almost too neat, as if everything had been carefully arranged to give the impression of normalcy. But YN, knew better. There was something lurking beneath the surface, and she was determined to find it.

She moved through the rooms quickly but carefully, her eyes scanning every detail. The living room, the kitchen, the hallway everything seemed ordinary, nothing out of place. But when she reached his bedroom, she hesitated. This was his most private space, the place where he let his guard down. If there was anything to be found, it would be here.

Pushing the door open, YN stepped into the room, her eyes immediately drawn to the desk in the corner. It was cluttered with papers, notebooks, and a few sketchpads. YN moved closer, her curiosity piqued. She flipped through the sketchpads, recognizing some of the drawings as the ones she had seen him working on in the park. But there were others, darker and more disturbing, that sent a chill down her spine.

One sketch, in particular, caught her attention. It was a drawing of a girl, standing in the shadows, her eyes wide with fear. The detail was hauntingly realistic, and YN felt a jolt of recognition. The girl in the drawing looked eerily similar to her. She flipped to the next page, her breath catching in her throat. Another drawing, this time of the same girl this time, she was watching from a distance, hidden behind a tree, her eyes fixed on a boy who looked suspiciously like him.

YN’s hands trembled as she flipped through the rest of the sketchpad. Every page was filled with images of her, some drawn from angles she didn’t even know he could have seen. It was as if he had been watching her just as closely as she had been watching him, documenting her every move in a way that made her blood run cold.

Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. How long had he been doing this? And why? Was this his way of playing with her, of showing her that he was just as obsessed as she was? Or was there something more sinister at play?

Suddenly, the sound of a door closing downstairs snapped her out of her thoughts. YN’s heart lurched in her chest. He was back. Panic surged through her as she quickly closed the sketchpad and placed it back on the desk. She had to get out of there, and fast.

But as she turned to leave, she spotted something else a small notebook partially hidden beneath a stack of papers. It was different from the sketchpads, more like a journal. YN hesitated for only a moment before grabbing it and slipping it into her bag. She didn’t have time to go through it now, but she would later, in the safety of her own room.

As she made her way back downstairs, YN moved as quietly as possible, praying he wouldn’t hear her. She could hear him moving around in the kitchen, the sound of cupboard doors opening and closing. Her heart pounded in her ears as she reached the back door, slipping out just as quietly as she had entered.

Once outside, YN broke into a run, not stopping until she was a few blocks away from his house. She leaned against a tree, her breath coming in short gasps, her heart still racing. She had gotten what she came for, but the encounter had left her more shaken than she expected.

When she finally got home, YN wasted no time in opening the journal. She flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the neatly written entries. It didn’t take long for her to realise that this was a detailed account of his life, his thoughts, his fears, and, most disturbingly, his feelings towards her.

The more she read, the more disturbed she became. His obsession with her was even deeper than she had imagined. He had been watching her for years, just as she had been watching him, but his observations were far more detailed, more intimate. He had documented her every move, every interaction, even things she had thought were private.

And then, near the end of the journal, YN found something that made her blood run cold. A plan. A detailed, step-by-step plan to confront her, to force her to admit her own obsession, and to make sure she never left his side.

YN dropped the journal, her hands trembling. This was no longer just a game. It was something much darker, something she wasn’t sure she could handle. He wasn’t just playing with her he was setting a trap, one that she had walked into without even realising it.

But now that she knew, YN wasn’t going to let him win. If he thought he could outsmart her, he was wrong. She would find a way to turn the tables, to regain control of the situation. Because now, it wasn’t just about understanding him. It was about survival.

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