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chapter 1
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I flashed a smile at the cashier and walked out of the convenience store, on my way home.
I started humming to get rid of the midnight silence, and continued on my way home, swinging the plastic bag filled of junk food.
I walked pass an alleyway, but then took a few steps back when I heard a scream.
Curiosity took over my naive self, and I decided to take a peek.
What I saw was terrible, so bad that I swallowed.
"D-did they murder s-someone..?" I thought to myself when I saw nine boys standing in front of a man who had a knife stuck in his chest.
I was stunned.
I didn't think that I'd actually witness a murder.
I was sweating in fear, making my fingers slippery. I held onto the plastic bag tightly so that I wouldn't drop it.
I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed at the sight. I took a step back, ready to run away when suddenly, I stepped on a torn plastic bag, making the nine boys turn their heads.
"Hey, you!" One of them yelled, starting to run towards me.
I panicked and started to run, adrenaline rising at high speed.
Imagine running for your life when your knee was hurting, that'd hurt like hell, but it didn't matter. I was being chased down by some guy that could kill me.
I stopped running when I felt like my heart was about to explode, but then continued when I saw those nine guys catching up.
Eventually, I made it back home.
I made sure to lock all the doors, turn off all the lights, shut the windows, and cover them with curtains.
My neighbours probably would've thought that I was going crazy because of how abandoned my house looked, but they weren't there to think.
They were on vacation while the teenager I was stayed home, munching on popcorn all night while binge watching "Flower Of Evil".
With a beating heart, I ran into my room and locked the door, hurrying to hide myself under the covers.
I sighed and looked under my bed, pulling out a box.
I sat up and pulled out a little diary, grabbing a pen from my bedside table.
Hurriedly, I wrote a small note on the cover of the diary for whoever was gonna read it next.
" To whoever's reading this ,
i'm probably dead, or maybe locked in a basement. i accidentally interrupted nine murderers killing this man, and they started chasing me. i don't care who's reading, but i'm probably dead. that's all i have to say, i need to fall asleep and wake up from this nightmare. so, goodnight, world.
From, Y/n . "
I put the diary back in the box and slid it under my bed.
I laid my head on top of the pillow and closed my tired eyes. It had been a long day for me.
I sighed and pulled my blanket closer to me, ready to fall asleep.
I must've been deaf, though.
I couldn't hear the door getting unlocked.