ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴅᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ [sᴏᴘᴇ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ] ✔︎

🌘ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴅᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ🌒

It was an eery Halloween night, with the moon shining brighter than ever before with its luminescent glow casting creepy shadows that wound their ways around the dark, pitch black roads which were only lit up by the dim street lamps radiating a subtle orange fluorescent glimmer of light.

A howl of wind whistled past Min Yoongi's bedroom window, rustling any golden, scarlet, or crumpled up dead leaves that were still connected to the trees by nothing more than a thin, frail stem threatening to fall off with every chilling breeze that passed.

But Min Yoongi blocked out each and every one distraction that even tempted to step foot in his conscious, immediately rebounding them back with a sturdy determination to finish the last chapter of his horror novel and call it a night.

It was somewhat ironic that he chose to finish working on this specific novel that most definitely included a few similarities that the holiday, Halloween, itself had as well. But he reasoned that maybe by breaking out those last words on the page open in front of him would come easier when the inspiration itself was already taking place in front of him.

Halloween.

Some may refer to this widely known, national holiday as Hallows Eve, although that would be taking the more traditional and old schooled route of things. But whichever name one may know it by, didn't change the main purpose of it.

A night where fictional horrors came to life, where unknown terrors lurked every street and haunted every crook and cranny of ones own home, where ghouls and gnomes battled their way out into the real world only to fight over who got to frighten who — the one night where every thought-to-be made up scary story had their chance to shine.

But of course, many fought against that belief.

Many found it foolish, thought that the mere idea of ghosts only existed in the brink of one's imagination or on pages of novels through an author's writing. But the concept of them actually existing — living — in the presence of humans themselves was utterly and absolutely ridiculous; according to some.

However, many thought otherwise.

Many thought that they were very much real, as real as any human.

Even many would claim that they themselves have had encountered with ghosts, spirits, or any supernatural beings that others would blatantly doubt of actually happening in the real world.

So inevitably, the world was split in half.

With one side fully believing that any thought to be made up fantasy of any sort was solely real, creeping freely around Earth as we speak and spreading a trail of doom wherever they walked. While the other side firmly insisted that that was impossible, only seeking out their long lost desires of hoping to encounter a magical being of any sort through fictional stories.

Min Yoongi was a part of that half.

Now one may find this to be hypocritical or ironic, since he himself wrote pages on pages of stories consisting solely of horrors and the world of the supernatural.

And while he absolutely admired that thought to be unreachable world from afar, he never resorted to giving in to the theories that it actually existed.

He believed it was something to be kept in the books, hidden in between paper thin pages and only coming to life through imaginations and man made wonders to fulfill those subconscious yearnings of encountering any sort of paranormal happenings.

And while he occasionally had one of those wishful thoughts drifting somewhere in his own mindless oblivion, the more practical portion of his brain immediately fought against it and removed it entirely from his conscious to never be seen again.