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loud music blasted out of the enormous bass that western music. in such great music genre, hiphop bounced the house. people danced and laughed with red cups in their hands.

namjoon yawned as he danced in the side of the large crowd, his body swirl around. he wiped the sudden tears that escape from his eyes and kept dancing as it was nothing. he started to slug in his dance, that he dropped his cup and stopped dancing. everyone didn't noticed him, but kept dancing.

namjoon wiped the tears out of his eyes again, and went to the kitchen for paper to wipe the floor with. the roll of paper was on the table. he grabbed it and teared out a few sheets. he went to the place he was dancing and started to wiped it clean. it wasn't as clean as he wanted. but it was clean. he went to the kitchen to throw away the wet paper towels. as he closed the door, he swore that he had saw someone at the patio doors. he walked up to the doors and opened them. a gush of cold air hit him as he looked outside, but no one was outside. it was empty.

he yawned again as he closed the door and climb the stairs. he unlocked the room of his friend and checked that no one was have any type of romance in it before locking the door and leaving the lights off. he fell on the bed and quickly fell asleep with the roaming music.

namjoon woke up hours later. he groan and got off the bed. he unlocked the door before he realized that the music stopped. all the lights were off as he went downstairs. he turned on the living room light on before entering.

his eyes widen as he saw the bodies on the floor. piled over each other. blood dripped from the ceiling as a waterfall. the blood was drawn from the bodies. namjoon shivered as he walked around the bodies, their veins hanged from the chandelier as strings. namjoon gasped whwn he saw his friend body cut in pieces in the middle of the pile.

the lights started to turn off and on, namjoon screamed and turned around to see no one playing will the lights. he started to walk backwards. he stopped.

something hit his back and it was not the wall. it had soft hands as they reached for his mouth. the lights turned on.

"catch me if you can."

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