The Mortuary ➣ BTS

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11 August 2015
2:30am

- NAMJOON

I remembered running like a maniac when I saw Uncle Dan's sudden appearance in front of Hoseok and I. Now, I was outside the school compound, looking to the Medicine faculty building. I began sobbing. My thoughts went back to what happened awhile ago. Hoseok and I were on a phone call with Jimin and Yoongi when just suddenly, Uncle Dan appeared in front of us.

We were caught off guard and ran out of the room we were in. I, who was nearer to the door, had escaped first. Hoseok managed to get out of the room but he slipped on the blood trail that was in the corridor, causing him to go tumbling down. When I turned around, I saw Uncle Dan already grabbing Hoseok by the collar. There was nothing I could do anymore.

What could I have done if he was holding a butcher knife?

My instincts told me to run so that was what I did. I left Hoseok without a second thought. I felt selfish. I really did.

Standing outside the school, I was contemplating whether I should go in and find for him or go to the police. After much thinking, I decided that informing the police was a better idea.

I dialed for the police and waited at a bench for their arrival. While waiting, I suddenly remembered about my other friends—Jimin and Yoongi.

Where could they be? Are they okay?

I quickly contacted Jimin.

"Jimin?" I greeted as soon as he picked up.

"Namjoon? You're... alive?" Jimin sounded very shocked.

"Yes, why? What happened?" I asked.

"Hoseok's... dead," he muttered softly, close to tears.

"Whaaat...?" I could not believe my ears.

"Uncle Dan killed him, hyung..." Jimin sounded so afraid.

"H-How do you know?" I was still in disbelief.

"Uncle Dan used his butcher knife to kill him," Yoongi responded instead.

I gulped. In the background, I could hear Jimin sobbing uncontrollably. Unknowingly, tears started forming in my eyes before they fell down the sides of my cheeks. I immediately placed my phone down and covered my face. I felt so ashamed of myself.

It's all my fault. I should have helped Hoseok.

Realising that I had not end the call with Jimin, I picked my phone up again.

"Where are the two of you?" I asked, my voice broke slightly.

"The gas room on the fourth floor," Yoongi replied.

Gas room? There's a gas room?

"Huh? Where is that?" I asked again.

"It's in the backroom, remember? The opening in the wall- it's a gas room," Yoongi said.

"Can you guys get out of there? I called the police already," I told him.

"That's the thing- we're trying. We'll call you later."

With that, he ended the call.

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11 August 2015
2:55am

- YOONGI

"Let's go to the exit," I said to Jimin as I switched on my flashlight.

I walked first, holding my flashlight in front of me, while Jimin followed me from behind. Standing in front of the exit door, I turned the handle and pushed the door outwards. I then peeped out, checking to see if there was anyone.

I sighed a relief.

We're finally out!

I scanned around to see a deserted corridor with a toilet at corner. What caught my eyes however, were the blood trails on the floor. There were four trails leading to the toilet. One came from a staircase, another came from another corridor and two came from the exit door we were at. At that moment, I freaked out.

Four blood trails caused by––Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung and... Seokjin? Seokjin hyung is dead too?

Jimin poke his head out and saw the blood trails too before turning to look at me, his eyes glistening.

"Are all of our friends... dead?" He asked, his voice began to shake.

"No, no, Namjoon's still alive, remember?" I reminded him.

Jimin nodded nonchalantly.

"Come, let's go," I whispered, pointing towards the nearest staircase from where we were.

Jimin and I tiptoed our way to the staircase and peered down to the gap in between the stairs. Seeing that there was no one, we slowly went down the stairs, being extra cautious to our surroundings.

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11 August 2015
3:00am

- NAMJOON

I was still waiting for the police's arrival. The nearest police station was twenty minutes away so that was why they were taking very long. I looked to my phone to see the time––3am. I let out a yawn. I had been up all night and had not gotten any sleep yet.

I thought of sleeping but I was afraid that Uncle Dan might just appear out of no where. Right at that moment––I was right. When I looked up from my phone, I was jolted out of my skin seeing Uncle Dan standing right in front of the bench I was sitting on. I slowly got up from my seat, shivering in fear. I looked to his left hand to see the same butcher knife I last saw him holding. However, it was stained all over with blood now.

"Uncle Dan... put that down..." I demanded, my voice shaking.

Uncle Dan did nothing and just stood in front of the bench, staring murderously at me.

Should I run?