"Behind all the tears I showed..."

MIN YOONGI

OCTOBER 25

12:10 MN

"What the heck are we gonna do now?" Namjoon asks out loud and stares at me. Yeah, I agree I'm older, but that doesn't mean I know everything. "I don't know, but for now, let's go right"

Namjoon silently strolls beside me. It's like we were on a regular walk in the park, except we are in a haunted asylum. I wonder where all of them are right now. Hope they found Felix, man I couldn't even confess. "Yoongi, look!" I immediately perked up to see Namjoon pointing towards a double door, with the same damned infinity sign.

"That sign, do you reckon we'll be safe?" Namjoon goes silent at my question, then suddenly he said. "The map!" With a slight pause, I grabbed it out of my bag. We both sat down in front of the door and began to analyze the map. If I let him hold it I won't be able to see it, he's tall as fuck. "Look, the help desk" I pointed out, jabbing my finger on it. It seems that the map only had the second floor on it. "I think we are here" Namjoon puts his finger on a hallway, which leads to the common bathrooms.

"Maybe, we are not on the second floor?" I ask. He stared at me for a second and turned back to the map. I stood up deliberately and walked around, of course not away from Namjoon's range of sight. Opening random rooms, I understood one thing.

I jogged back towards Namjoon. "Hey Joon. We're in the basement" Namjoon's eyes were wide as he looked at me, the fear on his face was candid. "The rooms, their windows show the ground outside" Namjoon's face morph into a grin, and he jumps up, almost startling me. "That means we have to find the stairs. And not a storage room, definitely not" I stared at him confused, and it suddenly clicked. The maniacs stored the organs in the basement's storage room. That means it's somewhere around here. "Let's go through the left then" Without protesting, I agreed.

Less than a minute walk was required for us to reach the stairs. A tint of happiness began to grow in me as we climbed up. Upon reaching upstairs I nearly squealed in joy. "Namjoon! The entrance!" The entrance of the asylum was wide open, just as we left it. And if I squint my eyes enough, I could see our black van parked outside.

"Let's try calling the guys" I shortly proposed. If they all could find a way back, we could continue our search in the morning. For Felix, seokjin, and Jungkook. I do hope no one else was missing or worse dead. I brought out my phone and dialed Hoseok. However,  his calls were not connecting, even though the phone had a great signal. "What the... the call is not connecting" Namjoon grimaced at me, but his eyes were soon dragged away, glancing around us. "Something's here Yoongi"

I immediately twirled around, more panicked than Namjoon. But much to my fear, nothing occurred. Glancing back down at my mobile, I reached over to call Jimin. Suddenly my phone started to glitch and show demolished black-inked photos that I couldn't make out. All I saw were deep blue eyes. "Damn, iPhones are a mess. Why do they get haunted easily" Namjoon lightly chuckled at my complaining, this constantly happens though.

Most of the spirits we encounter start to eradicate our phones. I mean, come on! We have to purchase phones more than we buy clothes. Money doesn't grow on trees now, does it?

"Yoongi, there" Namjoon again points towards the entrance, but his tone was rather quiet. A tall, like a tall-tall figure, was standing there with its complexion outlined with the light outside. What seemed like a pole was held in its hand. "Who are you?!" Namjoon yells. However, we both don't have much familiarity with ghosts and spirits as much as the rest. We mostly labored behind the scenes and this shit is not helping us.

The creature started to trudge towards us, the pole seemed to be a baton as its sound was different against the floor. The figure didn't stop as we stepped backward. Namjoon slipped his hands inside mine. "Run!" "I hate running!" I groaned, yet began to run. But before we could even do so, the thing abruptly appears in front of us. "Shit" I show my flashlight towards the figure. And it looked like shit. A bit like a zombie to be accurate and it wore black clothes, bloodstained and torn. And the baton's end was cut off and sharpened.

I felt like vomiting when I saw its face, it almost didn't have any skin as if his skin was peeled off or something. Eyes probably plucked out and one hand was absent. "Namjoon, the entrance is empty now" Namjoon gave me a subtle nod, agreeing to the idea. If only we could get out and figure a way to save the rest of us. Namjoon gripped my hand tightly. "Again-Run" and we sprinted towards the exit, I could see our van closer now. But unexpectedly Namjoon's hand loosened from mine and a scream erupts from him. I turned back to see Namjoon on the floor and the ugly monster dragging him away.

"Leave him you tall dick!" I screamed attempting to pull namjoon with trembling hands. I was too weak compared to that creature and felt my hands grow tired. Tears, actual tears came from my eyes and rolled down to the floor. "It's no use Yoongi" My hand slipped away from his, before I could even blink, Namjoon's body disappeared into the darkness. And the last thing I saw was his teary eyes. "Save yourself!" I heard his distant voice, yell. I knelt on the floor, warm tears burst through my eyes at the realization that everyone I ever knew loved are either dead or missing. What am I gonna do without them?

"This is all wrong! They did nothing wrong! We just wanted to help y'all! Son of a bitch!" I cried out to nobody, only turning frustrated as more seconds passed.  My head was spinning with all this going on. I didn't want this, I didn't want any fucking of this!. My anger started to surge. We came here to help them, enable them to rest in peace and they are just murdering us off.

Grunting loudly, I stood on my feet. "Come out you tall ugly dude!" I roared. "You! all of you!" I was pointing my fingers God knows where, I was going crazy. As if I was one of them. Following the same hallway we first started, I strode forward. Passing that same storage room, random patient's rooms, and the number 10 room with blood. Until I reached an unfamiliar hallway. I guess we never went here. Fishing out my silver cross, I clenched it in my hands; tightly.

I was neither a religious person nor an atheist, but simply a person who have seen spirits afraid of Jesus Christ on a cross. Moreover, I received this gift from seokjin, damn I miss him.

Although I wondered where the heck I might have lost my flashlight, I used my phone's limited light. Despite the mobile being in a haunting glitch, thankfully its flash works. The passageway I was walking until now began to grow narrow and at the dead-end of the way, I saw a set of stairs leading downstairs, probably the basement.

Then again someone must be here. My doubts were getting a higher possibility when I heard a thud from down there. The stairs were made of wood and they seem pretty old. The wood screened under my feet as I feared if it might any minute now. As I reached down, the floor was wet with cold water. The water stood just above my knee, ruining my favorite track pants. The place smelled like a sewer which gave me the answer to the water's muddy colour.

"Someone here?" No answer and that only meant one thing. It's a damned ghost. Without trying to call out again, I hurried back. And like all movies, I tripped and fell right into the dirty water. And man, it stinks so much. "This is why I don't wear Gucci for cases" as if on cue I was thrown towards the wooden stairs. Breaking most of them into two. I was unable to recognize what threw me. "What- what the fuck you want?" I grabbed the edges of the broken steps to stand up. A low growl was what I got as an answer.

I saw my phone laying in the water. Thankful it still had the light. Grabbing it from under the sewer water, I shoved its light left and right. The place was empty and only consisted of me and the water. What the heck attacked me? The place was becoming creepy than it already was. Noticing no signs of the 'thing' I turned my attention to the broken stairs. How am I supposed to climb up now? I stared at a broken stair. Which stood sharp and tauntingly before me.

Feeling an uneasy vibe, I continued to stare at it. I wonder how sharp it would be? Will it hurt? Wait- what the fuck am I thinking?! This place is messed up for shit's sake! Moving a few steps back away from the broken wood, I started at its position; directly pointing at my abdomen.

The growl was again heard, louder and closer this time. Then everything happened in a flash as I would describe Something or that thing pushed me forward. And what I feared happened. I threw up a lot of blood, feeling another round coming up. The broken stair was completely inside me, possibly sticking out from behind me. The taste of iron was making me gag.

Which only results in me spitting out more blood. I couldn't save my mates, not myself. I saw two blue eyes staring at me until my eyes closed and I was dead.

"...There was always a hidden smile"