Murder Mansion • BTS

1 : Hello? Are You There?

Written by LM

Edited by JJ & LM

LUNA POV

I woke up with a jolt, frantically scrutinising my room and assimilating my surroundings. The overall monotone feng shui of the space was calming to me, giving the illusion that everything seems orderly and tranquil, a pleasurable contrast to the hurricane of thoughts swarming through my mind. The early morning light peeking through my shutters pools onto the floor, adding much needed luminescence to the drab expanse before me that is my bedroom.

I massage my face in an attempt to calm myself down and feel that I've broken into a glacial sudor in the process, which only helps to increase my heart rate. What was I dreaming about? Running my hands down my arms to feel the goosebumps that must have appeared throughout the night, I rose from the comforting cocoon of my blankets. The nightmare had left me shaken up, tapping into the most dire of my fears, giving me the feeling that it had actually happened; although I knew not what. The mere thought of the unknown sends shivers trembling down my spine. I take several shallow, wavering breaths and shakily attempt to walk.

As I make my way towards the bedroom door, every step excruciatingly slow due to a lack of feeling in my legs, it isn't until I step into the kitchen and go to open a cupboard that I realise my hands are trembling, my breaths sporadic and wavering. Using my better judgement, I decided to walk over to the couch in order to compose myself and organise my thoughts. I start to feel nauseous, waves of dizziness crashing over me as if I were caught in an ocean storm.

Pinning the blame to the nightmare, I make my way over to the sink to get a glass of water to calm my nerves. At this point coffee seems like a bad idea, because the last thing I need is to become more frantic and anxious than I already was, especially under the influence of caffeine.

I gulped the water too fast, my chest crying in protest, and placed the glass down in the sink with a soft clunk. I head back to my room, wandering towards the ensuite. After I relieved myself of my garments, I stepped underneath the pre-warmed running water which hits the tiles beneath the showerhead, the subtle noise putting my mind at ease.

I step out of the shower approximately ten minutes later, immediately cold as I wrap myself in my robe and blow-dry my hair. I wander out of the bathroom, a trail of steam following me through the door, left slightly ajar. I let out an exasperated sigh as I pull the towel off of my head, letting it fall haphazardly onto the floor.

I slide open my closet door, revealing the monochromatic array of clothes hung up unsystematically, threatening to fall off of their hangers. Today's agenda only consisted of running errands, so I didn't feel the need to be over the top in my selection. I throw on a white shirt, leather jacket, and knitted beanie, as well as black vans and matching ripped jeans. I apply dark eyeshadow and eyeliner carefully, to contrast my extremely pale complexion, while also mirroring my ever constant feeling of apathy. Looking myself over in the mirror critically, I nod, closing my closet in the process. As I glance out my window to admire the falling leaves, a spectrum of oranges, reds and pinks, a haze of colours through the window tinted with condensation, a thought drifted through my skull similar to how those leaves floated on the wind.

Was there someone watching me?

Skeptically, I take a quick glimpse over my shoulder. The dull atmosphere of my much-too-empty room greeted me unenthusiastically. What did I expect? Even still, I felt uneasy about the situation and shudder at the thought, making me dizzy as sit down on my bed.

I observe my room closely as I reach for my phone on the bedside table located to my right, and scroll through the notifications. I stop dead in my tracks as I spy the date at the top of the screen. Shoving on my glasses, my brain goes into overdrive as I shoot up from my bed, stumbling over my own feet as I realise that I should have already left for the class I forgot I had. I scamper around my apartment frantically, phone still clutched in my hand as I sift through the masses of belongings that are scattered around me.