Boy Meets D.Evil

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I didn't even bother taking in who it was in front of me as my soul left my body out of fear. All I could see was a white splash and two red gleaming dots

"Run"

"But-"

"Trust me, he won't hear you. Run", trust played no role. I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible and directed all of my energy to my legs and ran like it depended on my life. It kind of did though.

This time I didn't dare to look behind. I'm not sure whether I'm gonna get out alive and in one piece. Exploring so-called haunted buildings is something different. I never expected to see such an evil place. That's right... even while I'm running from a potential serial killer, the evil, morbid, the fucked up aura of that place still haunts me. It's right behind me, trying to drag me back. I can feel it poking the back of my neck and crawling up my hoodie.

I focused on proper breathing and the terrain in front of me so I don't trip over something. The sight of freedom is sweeter than ever but I'm not there yet. Will this run ever end? Random whispers entered my ears and tried to make me go back, constantly begging for help, my company... the second I set my foot out of the Wood, I turned around. Nothing followed me. No one whispered in my ear and begged me to come back. It was all in my head.

That place and the things I saw harmed my sanity. I'm feeling monitored, like someone followed me home and every single passerby had bad intentions. I flinched at the wind. Glanced over my shoulder all the way. Hid my face from any source of light but was grateful for it driving away the darkness. I wish I could disappear at this very moment and never feel my life threatened or the need to hide from someone.

By now, my parents are asleep for sure. Which is better for me. Their annoying questions would only make me recall the events and think of stupid excuses they would shrug off anyway. I wanted to be alone for some time. I need to be alone. There's a presence that left that house with me, I can feel it hovering over my head and waiting to attack. 

What?! I'm hearing footsteps from above... impossible! It's all in my head, how do I snap out of it? When do I go to the police? What do I say? Will I ever be able to go out on my own again? If not, who do I tell? Who do I burden with my meltdown?

It's all I did for the past few days. I'd like to know myself for how long exactly I've been locked in my room since I lost track with time. I let it get to me like such a weakling and coward, instead of doing something and being useful I'm hugging my knees in the corner of my room to make sure nothing and no one could get me from behind. At night, objects in my room would unnoticeably move, whisper between themselves and mock me for acting this way. I'd occasionally hear chuckling, knocking on my window and Namjoon calling me outside, his voice strengthening my bond with reality but it wasn't enough to make me snap out of this irrational state I'm in. This is wrong... I shouldn't be like this. I finally let sunlight in my room and sighed in relief. Of course no apparitions are in my room, I got scared out of my mind and needed a break from everything I guess. 

Today I waited for Namjoon to try and get me out of the house and left before he could say the words. His chestnut eyes examined me from head to toe, something is visibly wrong with me and a close friend like Namjoon could see it from the other end of the world. Him being worried and me feeling sorry for making him worry in the first place is a vicious circle we've entered since we were kids and still haven't found a way out

"You look awful", he finally muttered

"I know", I really do. I'm paler than usual, my hair is a mess, dark bags are hanging from my eyes because I haven't slept properly in days and my hand is in bandages. Truly representing the battle going on in my head