2 Don't open the door

Ha-Yun walked through the halls with music blasting into his ears, he wanted to go back into bed, but he paused when he saw the boy from the roof standing in front of an apartment door, hr looked at the package on the ground, noodle packets laid open around it spilling their contents all across the floor.It was really messy

"Did you do this?" The boy asked. Ha-Yun shook his head slowly.

"I was just walking b-" he stopped when he noticed what looked like a cat's head rolling bodiless, mouth dropping open, when a hand, full of wounds and covered in blood. It grabbed the head inside. The boy turned to face Ha-Yun, his eyes wide and filled with fear. He yanked on Ha-Yun's hand, dragging him inside his apartment, and he slammed the door shut. The boy pulled a blanket over both of them, Tier hearts beating in unison as they tried to understand what they just saw happening.

"Was that a cat's head there?" Ha-Yun questioned with a quiet voice. He got Hushed, and got even more scared when a knock came.

Excuse me, are you in?" a soft voice asked, and Ha-Yun exchanged scared glances with the boy.

Help me. I'm so scared. Please help me." A muffled sob and another press of the doorbell. The boys made their way to the intercom shakily. The boy picked up the phone.

"Hello? Are you okay?" The screen of the intercom lit up, it showed a woman, tears rolling down her cheeks as she smiled in relief.

"You there." The woman said.

"What happened?" The boy asked, while Ha-Yun just looked at the woman through the screen.

"I just came home, and the door was open and there was a mess inside. My cat was gone too," She took a deep breath. "The floor was covered in blood. Please help me."

"Okay," The boy said smoothing.

"Hang on. I'll call the police," He set the phone back. The woman protested quietly. The boy clumsy dialed the number of the police, flinching when a screeching noise filled the air, the phone couldn't call the police.

"Please, can you open the door? I am so scared." The wimbering woman pleaded.

Ha-Yun grabbed onto the boy, feeling fear flow through him as they looked at the woman once again.

"Can you show me your arms please?"

"What?"

"Your arms," He repeated, eyes widening in horror when the lady hissed at them.

"I told you to open the door, damn it!" she wailed, slamming her head against the door. The pair held onto each other, shivers of fright shaking their bodies as they watched the front door tremble under the force she was putting into her hits. Blood dripped down her nose, painting her scowl crimson. Bass, low but still hearable, caught her attention and she gave one more hateful glare at them before treading off.

"What the fuck was that?" Ha-Yun choked out. The other boy looked around, eyes set on a mob, picking it up and breaking off the front part. He charged through the door. There was nobody around, he started to run off

"Hey, wait!" Ha-Yun gasped, chasing after the teenage boy.

They ran down the hallway, noticing the huge puddle of blood now on the floor. As they arrived at the staircase nearby,

A man appeared, also spotting the blood on the floor.

"It's blood," he let out in a mumble, most likely to himself. "There's a lot of blood."

They approached him cautiously. "Did you see a weird woman just now?" The other boy croaked out.

Then suddenly, he began to lean sideways and crashed onto the ground, his hands still faintly around the broken mop in his hand.

Ha-Yun was immediately by the boy's side while the gangster looked on from where he was standing.

"Did you see the weird woman?" Ha-Yun asked the man.

"Weird woman?" The man replied, his voice rough and low.

"Ok, so you did not see her."

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