on a quiet halloween night, you were home alone, the wind howling outside as the darkness crept closer. the air was thick with tension, the kind that only comes on nights like this. the doorbell rang, sending a chill down your spine. you hesitated before answering. no one should be out this late.

when you opened the door, there was no one. just a crisp breeze and the distant sound of children laughing in the street. but as you began to close the door, a shadow moved behind you — too fast for comfort. your heart raced as you turned around. standing in the hallway was a figure in a worn, faded mask, eyes hollow, and body still like stone.

you knew who it was. it was him.

sunghoon, wearing the same chilling mask, stood motionless in your doorway. a surge of fear washed over you, but your feet felt glued to the floor. his gaze never wavered, the silence between you two growing unbearable. you took a step back, your pulse pounding in your ears.

he took a slow step forward, the floor creaking beneath his boots, the sound echoing through the house. you wanted to scream, to run, but your legs wouldn’t move. sunghoon had always been unpredictable, but this… this was different. something inside him had changed.

without warning, he lunged forward. the cold blade of a knife gleamed in his hand. your breath hitched. you ducked just in time, the sharp edge grazing your hair. you scrambled backward, desperate to escape, but the walls seemed to close in.

sunghoon wasn’t chasing you like before. no, this was deliberate, calculated. every movement was slow, but precise, like he knew exactly where you would go next. you stumbled over furniture, eyes wide with fear, but no matter how fast you ran, you couldn’t outrun him.

his breathing was the only sound now—steady, heavy. closer.

you backed into a corner, trapped, the knife glinting in the moonlight. sunghoon raised it high, and for a moment, you saw his face — cold, unreadable, a twisted version of the man you once knew. then, the blade descended.