Shatter | Chanbaek [HIATUS]

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"Guys, would you stop playing around? It's not funny!" A petite young woman shouted out, walking around briskly, holding a small camcorder in her left hand. Tall trees shadowed over her small figure, the sky greying the more she walked further into the dense forest.

"I said ghost hunting, not hide and seek!" She prodded on, looking left and right frantically. Her heart beat quickly, her chest about to burst from her anxiousness. It didn't feel right, being this deep in the forest. One wrong turn and she'd be eternally lost in this forest.

"HARUKA!!!" A man's voice shouts from further in the forest.

"Hiroshi?" Haruka calls out, recognizing the voice. Her hand was trembling in happiness, the camcorder shaking in sync as she ran towards the voice.

"Stay there!! I'll go find you!!!" She pants out, hapahazardly flipping her hair back. Her lungs burned, beads of sweat trickling from her hairline.

"Haruka, don't一" His sentence was cut short. Then it was silent. The only thing she could hear was the leaves and twigs crunching under her timberlands.

"Hiroshi??" Her tone was puzzled. She trudged deeper into the forest, the only source of light she had was the light of the camera and the moon's luminescent glow.

Crack一

"What in the.." The camcorder's light dimmed as it buzzed uncontrollably. "Slenderman?"

"Pfft." A sound came from her right. It was like someone was stifling their laugh.

Another sound followed; a crack. Haruka whipped her head towards the source, the dim light hitting the figure that stood tall.

A naked man with black sclera and red irises stared at her, holding the decapitated head of a man. It was Hiroshi's. His limp body was hanging mid-air as the monster impersonating a man held him up.

"Hi-Hiroshi...?" Her voice squeaked out, eyes wide and tearing up. She trembled in fear, she knew something would happen, she did something stupid. She literally sacrificed her friends lives to film a goddamn ghost hunting vlog.

"Ah, you want this? Alright." His low voice was sharp as a knife. He dropped the head by her feet, leading her to screech.

She bolted away, forcing her shaking legs to run away faster. But he was quick. His lean legs stepped in front of her, a hand covered with dark red blood speeding towards her. It swiftly stabs through her side, making her stumble over. She didn't give up.