The Monster Under My Bed • Kim Namjoon [ENGLISH]

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HOLY. SHIT.

The monster under my bed?!

"Y-you... You're r-real?"

I heard a muffled, hysterical laugh. "Of course I'm real."

At the moment, I was making a lot of effort not to shit my pants.

Maybe I wouldn't die immediately, if I keep talking with him?

"Do you have a name?" I asked. My voice was clearer now than it was before.

"Yes. " the muffled voice answered. "Kim Namjoon."

Well, that wasn't a monstrous name at all. I was expecting something more like Frankenstein or Count Dracula.

"Do you know my name?" I asked this time.

"I know." He said. "Yoon Sohee."

I gulped as the feeling of chill spread all over my body. "Why are you here?"

"I've died here."

I squeezed too hard the blanket I was holding. "You... You died under my bed?"

"I've been killed," he said. His voice tone contained rage.

I can't believe this. God, this is ridiculous. Someone who was killed under my bed, became a monster, and I'm talking to him.

Wait, what?! Became a monster?!

I can't even believe what I think!

"You used to live in this house before?"

"Yes."

"What happened than?"

"The murderer," He spoke like he's disgusted. "The serial killer my father had arrested, fled from prison and secretly entered our home. He killed us all."

I barely left my breath. "When did this happen?"

"Months ago."

So there was a murder committed here, and the host didn't tell us about all this?! How would he do this?!  This is nonsense!

I put aside this thought and asked what I was really curious about.

"Are you here to scare me?"

"No, why would i do that?"

Hmm... Hard question.

"Umm... Because you're a monster. Isn't it your job?"

I heard a slight laugh. "Heh, you're right. I am. But you're not the one I want to scare."

I gulped. "Then who is it?"

"The killer in your basement."