Scratch ° p.jm

scratch

It had been a long day of work, and Jimin was ready to go to sleep. He threw himself onto his bed and breathed a sigh of contentment. Relaxing felt good.

After like 1 minute, he fell asleep.

Scraaaaatch scraaaaaatchh

He stayed asleep. Something small like that was not about t-

Scratch scritch scraaaaatttcchhh scratch scratccchhhhh

Try again, weird ghost thing. Jimin is fast asleep you can't w-

SCRATCH SC-SC-SC-SCRATTTTTCCCHHHH SCRATCHHH

Jimin's head bolted upward. Tf?

Something was...scratching his door?

What human would have little enough shame to do that? He giggled at the thought of a middle aged guy clawing the guts out of his door.
Then he stopped giggling because that's actually really creepy and kind of gross.

He decided to go check what the situation was.

He flung the nonexistent blankets off of himself(he hadn't put the on in the first place, in fact, he hadn't even put on his pajamas.)
and marched to the door.

He peered out of the keyhole.

Nothing.

Hmm.

Literally. There was nothing there. Not even his hotel.

He flung the door open and stepped out.

Oh.

It was his hotel.

He was just overdramatic and hadn't thought they'd turn the hall lights off.

Whoops.

After glancing around and seeing nothing, he closed the door and went back to sleep.

Scritch scritch.