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▬▬ [𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡] AS HORROR MOVIE TROPES

LEE HEESEUNG [이희승] ; Now you can't tell me Heeseung doesn't give off hysteric vibes. He's the one who would constantly be telling people there is a killer around. And no one would believe him and most people would just call him crazy and look at him like he's stupid. But when he up and disappeared everyone started wondering if what he had told them before he disappeared was true. And best believe when the killings start he is going to be laughing in his grave (yep he got got.)

JAY PARK || PARK JONGSEONG [박종성] ; This one makes the most logical sense out of everyone I'm going to do. Now Jay our very charismatic and somewhat sarcastic boy would have to be the protagonist. It just makes the most logical sense to me because come on no one would actually fall for these subtle noises and creepy sounds that you just all suddenly hear. Jay would honestly not fall for any of this bull crap because he's smart and completely obvious to it all. He would not do any of this stuff that other people would do in horror movies because he would rather survive and not die so thank you. The one person you shouldn't ask to help you survive because he's not going to help you because he's mainly focused on himself. The last one to survive because he's just that bitch.

JAKE SIM || SIM JAEYUN [심재윤] ; Now this one isn't meant to be as rude as I may make it to be because I just feel like Jake would mostly fit this movie character. Jake for me would have to be the blonde mainly because he's confused most of the time. Not because he's dumb or anything but because he literally has no idea what is happening. Sure he fits some of the stereotypical biases of this character like he's pretty and confused most of the time and because he would most likely die from the beginning because he doesn't understand. So that's why he's the blonde but he's not alone so there's that. Also, I can see him accidentally tripping over invisible objects so yeah.

PARK SUNGHOON [박성훈] ; OK now Sunghoon I don't know which movie character he would be because there are a lot of them and none of them really fit the kind of personality he has. But if I had to choose one for him it would have to be ½ of the couple alongside Jake. Though he and Jake were a couple he just had enough of his bull crap and left Jake on his own which ended up with the boy getting killed but he wasn't worried about that. He's lost and doesn't understand anything like Jake did so he ends up getting killed as well. Hey, but that's his fault for being a part of the couple alongside Jake because you know the couple in horror movies is always a little bit slow in the head.

KIM SEON WOO [김선우] ; Now you and I both know there is always going to be a skeptic. The person who doesn't believe any of this crap is happening and tries to make others believe it as well. That just so happens to be Mr. Seon Woo. He doesn't know what kind of fantasy world these people are living in but there was no killer around. He would obviously see the signs of a killer being around but obviously, he'll reject the idea. One of the first people to die because he was a skeptic and so the killer obviously had to chase him down to kill him. And that's the end of that.

YANG JUNGWON [양정원] ; Poor Jungwon who was wrongly accused. As you might have guessed our poor boy Jungwon was wrongly accused of being the killer just because of how he was acting but he was acting a bit suspicious so I wouldn't blame them. He was literally creeping around corners, finding/holding onto weapons, and doing things he was not supposed to. And his excuse for all of it was saying that he was trying to protect himself from when the killer would come but nobody believed it at all. But everyone's shocked he wasn't the killer because he was killed. Poor baby who didn't deserve it at all.

NISHIMURA RIKI [西村 力] ; Now you and I both know who the killer is. And they should've inspected it as well but nope. No one at all should've been surprised that the killer was the one and only Niki. The killer who had his reasons and the killer who claimed that he would do it again if he had a chance to. Though he is the killer he wasn't a very good one because he just left evidence behind like he didn't care for it. At the end of the day, he still got away with killing people. Because no one was going to catch him and he meant never.

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﹒✒️﹒𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋﹕𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 ﹒

⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ genre ۪ ׂ 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ cw ۪ ׂ ۪𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ wc ۪ ׂ 𝟣.𝟢𝗄

I remember the day I moved in. They had told me no one lived next door. But why can I hear screams and cries for someone to help? But they told me no one lived next door. But why I can hear banging on the walls next to me each night? But they told me no one lived next door.

But what about the phone calls and the voices I hear at night? But they told me multiple times that no one lived next door. On the very first day, I believed what they had told me. No one lived next door. Until the very first night, I had heard someone crying almost screaming. Crying out for help. I stood frozen in place not knowing whether to go help or to call the police.

But then I remembered that no one lived next door. Those are the words that just kept repeating over and over in my head. The second night was even worse when I heard something banging against my wall. The cries got louder and the banging got louder. Everything coming from that place was getting louder and louder by the second.

I covered my ears huddling deeper into the couch. Trying to not hear the disturbing sounds that were coming from that apartment. That apartment that they told me that no one lived in.

That's how it went on for weeks. I just kept hearing strange and disturbing noises coming from that apartment. Wondering if they had lied to me. Lied to me and said that no one lived in the apartment even when I heard noises to prove that someone lived in that apartment.

But not only lived in that apartment but were having terrible things done to them in that apartment. No one told me anything I just kept going about the day as usual. Until one day as I had exited my apartment, so did you. But the unusual thing about it had to be the fact that you had exited the apartment they said no one lived in. But to me, it seemed like someone did live there.

You. You looked at me in surprise before reaching your hand out for me to shake. I took it with a smile on my face. 'Are you new?' I asked curiously because if you weren't something strange was going on in this building. 'Actually, I am. I'm Heeseung. I just moved in. You must be my neighbor?' You asked. I nodded as you smiled.

'Yep, so I'll be here whenever you need me. But just don't come too quickly.' I joked as you laughed along with me. You were the first neighbor who was nice to speak to. And you were around my age. Maybe everything would be better since you were here. No more noises or voices coming from the apartment. Nothing.

Until that very same night. The screams have started again. I jumped from my bed and hurried down the hallway to your door. You opened the door just a crack, just enough for me to see your face but nothing more. 'Are you all right? I thought I heard some noise.' I spoke as you were quick to shake your head. Even from where I stood, I could see that you were shaking as if you were freezing. I tried to step closer but the more I did the more you tried to close the door.

I took a step back smiling a reassuring smile. 'Y-you don't have to worry about me. It was just my mom who had nightmares. T-thank you for your concern though. ' With that, you close the door in my face. But the next morning you're acting as if everything was okay.

You were smiling and laughing at my jokes just like you always did. I hadn't even noticed Ms. Lim who stepped out of her apartment looking at me in confusion. 'Y/N who are you out here laughing with?' She asked. Now it was my turn to be confused. 'I was talking to Hee-." I turned to notice that you were gone. Where had you gone in such a hurry? 'No one Ms. Lim.' She smiled and nodded before continuing to the elevator. Everything was starting to become confusing but maybe it was all a coincidence.

Maybe it was all a coincidence that everything that happened in the apartment before you moved in, seemed to happen even now, as you were living in the apartment.

Maybe it was a coincidence that nobody seemed to know who you were or that they hadn't seen you around the building like I had. Maybe it was a coincidence that you of all people had moved into the building. Maybe it was a coincidence that everyone seemed to shutter the moment I mentioned your name. 'Heeseung. His name is Heeseung. You know, our neighbor.' I spoke as no one had said anything.

Everyone looked at me as if they had seen a ghost. Was it something I said? 'Y/N dear, take a look at this, would you?' Ms. Lim spoke handing me her phone. There was a news article pulled up on the screen. As I read it I could feel my stomach bubble. But the moment I saw the picture I could feel the bubble in my stomach pop.

Sitting there staring back at me through the phone screen was you, Lee Heeseung. Sitting there smiling for a picture. The tears welled up in my eyes. That's why they didn't see you, you didn't live in the building at least not anymore.

You were murdered here. That's the moment I realized that I talking to a ghost. Laughing, hanging out with someone who is no longer alive. I no longer saw you after I had found out. I couldn't take it anymore. It made me go crazy, knowing that I not only lived next to a crime scene but was also talking to the victim who had been murdered in that apartment.

Murdered by your own mother who saw you as her worst nightmare. After months of staying there, I finally moved out. It was making me go crazy, knowing that something like that had happened and no one bothered to tell me.

The last few days in the apartment I no longer heard any noise coming from next door. No more screams, no more banging, no more voices, nothing at all. I never even looked at the apartment even as I would pass it in the hallway. The last day I had passed by the door as I was moving out, I could feel someone was watching me.

I wondered if it was you. How long have you been watching me? But was it you? I knew it was. As I was driving away I looked back at the apartment building to see you staring at me as I drove away. I looked away only to look back and not see you there. Just like the first day, I moved in. Nothing was there. That apartment was empty. Just like the landlord told me. Told me no one lived next door.

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﹒✒️﹒𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆﹕𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆 ﹒

⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ genre ۪ ׂ 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ cw ۪ ׂ ۪𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ wc ۪ ׂ 𝟣.𝟢𝗄

𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁! 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒! 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾!

The blurred lines

Cross paths and hearts

Oh, how nothing could be more divine

How I only wish for a restart

To be with you once again

Oh, how I wish for that to be true

But it would only cause me pain

Because my head is full of thoughts of you

No matter how many times you read the poem you know he wouldn’t come back. It didn’t matter how many times you prayed because he wouldn’t come back. Was it your fault? No. No, maybe it was or maybe it wasn’t. You didn’t know. You would never know.

That’s just how things are supposed to go and your fucked up life. You would never meet that special someone. You would never have the life you wanted for yourself. You would never make your parents proud of you. You would have nothing to bring you the happiness that you wanted in your life.

If this were a fairytale… You would get your happy ending. Or maybe not because fairytales were meant to be happy, meant to bring tears of joy, a smile to your face. But none of that has happened to you. It never would.

You would get nothing. Nothing but sorrow and heartache. Because that’s what you deserved. All you deserved was to sit here and wallow in your emotions, stay stuck here writing poems about him. Him who will never come back to you. Because you didn’t deserve him. You never did deserve it. And yet you still see it differently, don’t you?

Because you loved him. At least that’s what you say. You loved him and it wasn’t your fault that he left you. There was another reason things turned out the way they did. Another lover of his. Or was it all just in your head? Were you just imagining there was someone else because you couldn’t bear the thought of him leaving you?

Of him, turning his back on you? Of him… Not loving you anymore. You say everything that’s coming out of my mouth is a lie. You say that you loved him. You always loved him. And he loved you just as you did him. If you loved him then why are you sitting here in this room? Your hands cuffed, tears shrieking down your cheeks? Then why did you confess to doing what you did?

Why did you write your final poem to him written in his blood? Why did you do it? Why do you say you love him yet you harmed him in the most violent way? Answer me that.

You answered. Simply because you loved him. A loud chuckle erupted from you. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you laughed. It was dark with no source of actual humor. Your eyes locked with mine as you spoke, not a once of remorse behind those eyes….no words as you spoke them.

“I loved him….I really did love him

But he was going to leave me

So I hurt him…it sounds grim

But you don't understand I couldn't let him…free

He understands that now…

He knows I love him…I always will

At least I hope he does when we meet again somewhere…somehow

So yes, I was the one who killed.”

The words left your mouth so easily. No sign or hesitation to lie. It was all unsettling but the thing that sent shivers down the interviewer’s spine was the fact that it came out as a poem. You were rhyming and yet maintaining eye contact that sent a chill down their spine. You knew you did wrong. And that was what made this even scarier.

The interviewer gulped and looked over the papers that were given to them. This was a tough case and one of the most brutal ones. He took a deep breath and looked at the camera before looking back at you. The interviewer cleared his throat and looked through the questions.

The first one being what you did with the body. "What did you do with the body, miss (L/n)?"

"I left it by the sea...the body of him.

The man I loved and cherished

It's what he deserved...to rot and die

For he was a man who deserved to cry.”

The second question, which was the worst, was what happened during the act. "What did you do while performing the act of murder, miss (L/n)."

"I sang and cried

I didn't want to be alone

But he had to leave

He was going to go on his own

But I couldn't let him go

I didn't want to lose him

So I wrote my poems

And I did what I must do

And when it was all said and done

I did the right thing.”

"The right thing is killing the person who meant the most to you? Who loved and cared for you? That is not the right thing and you know that. So what drove you to do it? What made you snap?"

"I...he was...we weren't going to be together anymore"

"And that was a good enough reason for you to murder him?"

"Yes.” It was then the interviewer had enough of the interrogation and stood up from his chair. He turned his back on the camera and turned his attention towards the guard who stood in front of the door. "Get her out of here."

"Yes, sir" You watched the guard walk in and take a hold of you. You didn't struggle. There was no use. You just let the guard lead you out. There would be no struggle at least not for you anymore.

The next day you would be found dead. Suicide. At least that was what was assumed. In truth, no one really knew what happened to you. The last person who saw you was the interviewer who talked with you.

But if one were to look closely into your room, they would find a poem written in blood, your blood on the cell wall. A poem that would be read in the paper the following day.

“They say I killed him

Because that's what I said

But they're wrong...

I only wanted to set him free

So now I'll join him

In a world where there is no more pain

We'll be together again

Forever and ever...

I'll be with him.

Because I’m a poet of him.”