(Begin the music, you may need to rewind it a few times as its short.)

As silent as a mouse, Winona quietly crept out from underneath her bed sheets, being careful not to make the floorboards creak as she made her way to the door to see the person pacing the stairs. She had no doubt it was Taehyung, but her curiosity was begging for her to see him. His footsteps were almost as the clicking from the horseman's mouth and she herself was the horse.

Her father had mentioned that they had been friends when she was younger, so why could she not remember him? The confusion clouded Winona's thinking as she tip-toed through the room, the creaks from the floorboards shushed by the loud crash of the wind beating against the shaking window behind her.

Once her bare feet touched the velvet plush of the hallway floor, the air had began to feel cold, and the air had a faint sour odour. As her footsteps traced the red material, she could already feel the gaze of the paintings upon her, their eyebrows arched as if they questioned her decision to see Taehyung. She tried to ignore them as she crept past, forcing herself to close her eyes to block them out.

This time, their hands did not reach out to grab her. They seemed to be pulled back into their frames as though they did not want to be noticed by the dark figure ascending the stairs. Winona walked directly in the middle of the paintings, just to be sure.

A whistle sounded through the window above the stairs as Winona neared it, causing her to open her dark eyes to see the pale moon shining upon her and the figure below. It was then that she could hear the incessant mumbling that tumbled its way out of the figure's mouth.

"Blazes! I have gone mad!" The dark figure heatedly muttered to himself as he climbed the stairs, not too far from where Winona was standing. He hadn't seemed to notice her presence, seeming rather lost in thought. Winona observed him now as he was clearer under the silver luminance from the moon above.

She could see the striking features of his face, from the sharp edge of his jaw to the dark, unkempt hair that lay limply on his forehead. Just as all the men in the house had, Taehyung had seemed to carry the same attractive appearance, yet his drunk swaying and wobbling and muttering about made Winona sure that his disposition was anything but.

Even now, after seeing his face, she couldn't put it to any memory. He didn't seem to fit. Winona as a child preferred bright, intelligent children like herself. She couldn't imagine frolicking about with such a melancholy creature.

"If only Seokjin hadn't forbidden me so..." The deep, gruff voice murmured again, the sound of it echoing off the walls as the man stepped closer to Winona. She stepped back slightly, so as not to frighten him if he suddenly noticed her, but it was no use. When the man reached the top of the stairs, he simply left his gaze trailing on the ground and returned back to his position at the bottom of the stairs, totally unaware of the young girl.

The further he walked away, the less Winona could hear of his mumbled, unfettered thoughts. The short, paused phrases of, "...Shouldn't be here...Cannot..." was the last of what she heard before the man had reached the bottom of the stairs again.

Winona saw no point in intruding on his privacy any further. He obviously had no desire to notice her or speak to her as he was too immersed in his thinking, so she would leave him be. She turned back to her room.

Quietly, passing the paintings again with closed eyes, she could hear their whispering. They muttered, just as Taehyung did. They muttered and whispered and gossiped about her. She could feel it. She could feel their confused gazes lick upon her bare skin as she slipped by them, closing her uncovered toes in over the material of the carpet as if it were going to keep her from sprinting away.

The faint smell she had first noticed when leaving her bedroom was still lingering in the air, and the breeze – probably let in by the open window above the staircase, felt as if it were wrapping its scrawny little fingers around her very bones. She hugged her hands about her shoulders in an attempt to ward it off.

She was glad to open her eyes again when she had finally left the paintings, coming at a stop to her room. From where she was standing she could see the dark abyss that was the rest of the hallway, lined with doors that crossed from wall to wall like some sort of pattern. Whilst her mind was curious as to what laid amongst the darkness, her feet prohibited her from leaving the doorway of her room. She could not move further forward, only to the left, where her room was.

With one last glance to the darkness beyond the hallway, Winona stepped carefully upon the creaking and groaning planks of wood, her feet feeling the splintery sensation beneath them as she briskly yet mutely trod into her room.

Instinctively, when Winona reached the window, she felt her eyes peer to the high roof above her where the noose from earlier that day was still hanging. This time, it didn't sway in the breeze; rather, it simply laid still, each strand of stray fibre lit from the moon as the rope sneered down upon her. Somewhere in the midst of her ignorant mind Winona thought it felt like a warning – a warning to heed the dangers that lurked about her.

Tearing her gaze away from it, she drew them back to the window in front of her, checking once again for the horrifying tent she saw in her dreams. The neon-like green of the hillside was empty. Not a tent in sight. Winona hummed in satisfaction as she pulled the crimson red curtains from their constraints and used them to block out the foreign world outside the window.

Before turning back to her bed, she looked towards the open door, checking for the last time that no intruder would come stepping through while she was asleep. She could still hear the croaks and groans of wood underneath Taehyung's feet, but strangely enough, it was of some comfort to her. While Seokjin didn't seem to be as close as what he had suggested to her, Taehyung was right outside the door, waiting to be called upon.

Winona looked back towards her bed, sighing as she peeled back the covers, ever so slowly. She was tired now, tired of constantly waking from nightmares and walking down haunted halls. She needed a rest. She needed to close her eyes and forget. Hopefully when she awoke the next morning, her imagination would stop joshing with her.

It was only as she pulled down the covers slightly that she realised that she had never pulled them up. She had left in such a hurry that the she'd strewn the sheets across the bed, so why were they pulled up as if it were neatly made?

Her heartbeat stopped as she stared down at the mound under her bed, covered by the sheet that she had not moved.

It's just an illusion. It's just an illusion.

She inhaled a long breath. "Silly me," She laughed uneasily to herself, trying to assure herself that she'd pulled the sheets up but had just forgotten. "I probably did this."

She forced her breathing to loosen itself from the depths of her throat as she pulled the covers back further, dreading what lay beneath it. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip so hard it pierced through the skin.

Don't be a baby, Winona. She could hear her internal musings tut to her as her fingers shook upon the fabric. She was being a baby. Just as she'd told herself not hours before, it was just all in her imagination. There was nothing to fear.

There's nothing to fear.

Nothing to fear.

To fear.

The thoughts pounded inside of her head, making her feel nauseous. She'd barely even pulled the sheet back from the head of the bed. Surely, there was nothing wrong. She would just have to ignore the drastic pumping of her heart as it begged her to run and the feeling of bile shoving itself back up her oesophagus.

She had to, for her father.

So, with a long, courageous breath, Winona pulled back the cover in a quick swipe. There was no monster; no terrifying creature and no man lay upon her mattress.

Only bones.

A pile of bones. 

A/N:

Help.

I'm pretty sure youtube is just about to come at me with horror movie suggestions after the amount of eerie/scary music I've listened to to get through this chap.

Also, If this was turned into an actual movie you could bet your left eyebrow that I wouldn't watch it, even as the author - 

The amount of jumpscares that would be in it😭

Kay but if one of the BTS members could be put in as one of the characters it'd be my favorite movie tho ngl-

bye ily