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☾ 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 ☽

Third Person's POV

It was a cold night. The moon is up in the sky, its light shining through the windows of the mansion. The wind was slowly blowing through the white curtains.

His window is open, making the cold wind enter his chambers. Mark was peacefully sleeping on his bed. But then he woke up. He sat down and rubbed his eyes. "Let me just go to the bathroom." He told himself and went to his destination.

The bathroom was on the ground floor. It was dark in the mansion. The only source of light was from the moon shining outside, but Mark wasn't scared.

He did his business in the bathroom, washed his hands and walked back up to his bedroom. He opened the door to his chambers when he saw his watch lying on the floor.

Too tired to think about why it was there, he crouched down to pick it up. He examined it if it was scratched, but it remained untouched. He slowly raised his head and stopped halfway when he saw something under his bed.

Two pairs of round, red light.

Then it blinked.

It wasn't light. It was eyes.

A hand came out under the bed, making Mark fall back on his butt. The creature slowly crawled out under his bed. It was hideous. It was a nightmare. The creature's joints were misplaced.

It looked like an unfinished and failed scarecrow. It stood up to its full height.

Then there was a crack.

A crack of its joint.

The crack were followed by another series of cracks until the creature's joints are back in its place.

It took a step towards Mark.

He thought he was dreaming. He thought that he was having a nightmare. He pinched himself again and again but it was all in front of his eyes.

He can't make out its face. The moon shone through it, making him unable to see the monster's features.

The creature took another step forward. Mark moved backward.

It slowly leaned down its face. Not too close, not too far away from Mark's face.

The wind blew, making the curtains cover the moon light for awhile. Then, Mark saw its face. His eyes widened.

It was Jaemin.

Mark was breathing heavily. He wanted to ask, he wanted to speak, but it felt like something was in his throat to prevent him from speaking.

And he gathered his wits to speak. But what he said was only repeated by the creature at the same time.

❝𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖊?❞

The creature who looked like Jaemin laughed in the most awful voice Mark heard in his entire life. It hurt his ears. Mark felt like he was also laughing.

❝𝖂𝖍𝖞 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖊?❞

It asked again. Yes, Mark wanted to run, but it feels like he was attached to the floor.. to the creature.

❝𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖞𝖔𝖚. 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖊.❞

Mark felt like he said it, too. He was terrified.. scared. He wished it was all just a dream. A complete nightmare. The creature chuckled.

❝𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘𝖓'𝖙.❞

The creature then laughed loudly, so loud like it was gonna tear Mark's ear drums. It looked at Mark, its eyes now more like fire. It zoomed towards Mark.

And disappeared in the last minute.

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