BTS: Yandere Horror |1|

Jhope: Mine Again

UR POV:

"Mom?"

I click the door nervously behind me, stomach filling with dread and anxiety threatening to force a whimper through my mouth. The clock ticks dangerously passed 11:30, where curfew was 4 hours ago.

"I'm sorry for coming home late..."

There is no reply as I creepy up the stairs, finding no lights on. Odd. I raise my eyebrow and check my phone. She is still out, however she would have texted me about her being late. I turn my head to do a 360 degree scan before going back down.

Mom, I'm home now. Please reply that you have acknowledged this text.

Turning on the lights to the house, I grip my phone tight in my hand, hoping this action will someone squeeze a response to my text. While sitting on the staircase I feel a vibration in my hand and I eagerly turn on the phone.

Thanks for the text. Will be there soon.

A relief attempts to crawl out of my throat before I suck it back, reading the bottom of the text.

P.S. This is not your mother. I'm coming for you very soon

I drop the phone and scream before scanning the house from my position. I pick up phone and quickly dial my father's number, who was all the way in Australia. While the call connects, I rush around, locking my windows and doors twice before ascending to my room and hiding in the closet. Knees close to my chest and sweat dripping down my forehead, despite the chills that run up my back.

"Daddy?"

"Sweetie, why are you out of breath?"

"Mom's not home...I'm scared..."

"What do you mean?"

"I-i think there's someone who has caught mom."

"Let me check my iZon cameras."

All I hear is breathing from the other end.

"I can't access it..."

"Dad?"

"It's like...someone unplugged all the cameras..."

"Oh no."

"Sweetie, there are a few things I need to tell you."

My breathing starts to quicken in pace. "Okay..."

"First. Stay Calm. You locked all the doors, yes?"

"Yes..."

"Good. Two. I can't keep you connected for long. You have to break this and call uncle Troy to help you."

"I'm scared. Can't you do it?"

"I don't have his number installed to this phone, but after you finish, immediately call me again."

"Okay..."

"Three. Remember, there a weapons hidden in the basement. You can use them for self-defence."

"Okay, daddy."

"I'm going to disconnect now, so please stay safe."

"Stay strong, (y/n)," I whisper to myself. "Bye daddy."

I hang up, tears of fright and frustration building up. Before I call uncle Troy, my phone vibrates once again and I peer at the screen.

Thanks for locking me in. This place is really cool! Both ways.

I shriek before accidentally hitting my head on the wall behind me. What did the unknown texted mean by cool? Like cool as in awesome or cool as in basement cool.