" What do you want!?..St-Stay!! back "
Jungkook snarls, pupils dilated in fear , his hands trembling pushing the girl behind, using himself as her shied as they staggered backward with each heavy step of the inhuman being
Might of the fierce storm...
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
The only source of light is the single light bulb hanging over his head as he steps in, he feel like he's commiting a crime. Painfully awkward until he reach right in middle of girl's washroom
" So petty...could have afford more bulbs, But no! Creepy vibes are must." His face scrunched into fear and shame, his curious peripheral unintentionally noting how different is the interior actually
I'm going to hell for this, oh lord.
He gulps, the whimpers and sobs have gotten noticeably louder and he can exactly pinpoint from which stall it's coming from. The last one
Radiance of single bulb is not enough to see properly without getting scared of his own shadow so he bring his phone out and turn the flashlight on. He can't help but feel a wave of Deja Vu wash over his nervous frame
His throat tighten and eyebrow crease when sobs stop, his eyes momentarily shift behind him to the large set of mirrors gawking behind, over the marble of basin before immediately shifting them forward. He made the mistake to watch 'mirror' film and is still a bit hesitant to look at them
He jumps when sobs initiate again, knocking him off his feet until his back collided with the door, loud Thud resonating like echo whilst the sobs immediately turns into muffled whimpers making his skin crawl and palm flush, hold on his phone tightens
He absolutely loathes whatever is happening right now. His heart throb painfully having various scenarios flashing in front of his eyes....all ending to the dreadful bloody nightmare, demon.
But he can't bring himself to run away, even when the door is pressed on his flushed back, Something in pit of his stomach reassures him that he must move forward and check. He can't really disagree because if he don't then his consciousness won't let him sleep, the sobs are painful to hear, desperate ever since he made his presence known by foolishly jumping in his skin.
So he decides to act on the decision that he's 90 percent sure he is gonna regret later
Wiping his clammy palms on his jeans, he draw his legs gingerly toward the stall until he's standing right in front of it. The cries from inside seem suffocated and does it break his heart and at the same time makes hair on his skin stand up
He gulps, licking his dry lips and with a deep breath he knocks, whoever is inside is doing a poor job in inviting him to open the door. There's shuffle, thrashing, even to the point of kicking the door, scaring the living daylight off him, dropping his phone midway
Oh lord! He's going to cry anytime now
The exhaust beside the top of stall is creating stripes of shadow, as he collects himself before squeaking a guarded "Hello"
He doesn't like one bit, how high pitched he sounds to his own ear
He knocks again " Hello! I-um.. Should I open the door? You need some help? " His hands stretched to their limits to knock, he doesn't risk being near that stall after the unexpected kick that shook him like the door. Plus the fact that there's this usual gap of three inches from ground wants him to keep his legs as far away as possible
