Hoseok could not breath, it felt as if someone was choking him. His heart was racing so fast and all he wanted was to curl up in a ball like a baby and wait for someone to save him. But no one would, no one was there except those ugly dolls which surrounded him, trapping him in. A choked cry for help forced up his throat and he felt a drop on his cheek―blood. Not his blood. He looked up and froze. He couldn't believe his eyes. The blood kept dripping and dropping on his cheeks. Jimin's blood to be exact.
Jimin didn't have eyes. Those empty sockets seem to be staring at Hoseok, trying to take away his soul. His cheeks were full of scars. He was hanged right above Hoseok. Then he spoke in most horrifying voice. It wasn't Jimin's voice, it was more feminine yet so unpealsent and horrifying to hear.
[Teaser of 03:41 A.M]
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