— shiah.

@✽ youngjae s. Yooa and her school mates were finally on a break, the thought of having the dorm to herself makes Yooa inwardly squeal. There's a full watch list on her Netflix account just waiting to be binged. The dark-haired girl treks past the living room area, to grab the pack of popcorn she wishes to snack on while watching the horror movie on her list. She planned on watching *prey for the devil*, if possible. Seeing as the woman is a fickle coward when it comes to silly jumpscares, yet the horror franchise is a guilty pleasure of hers. A comfort.

Hopefully, she won't fall asleep. Just as the girl placed the packet of popcorn in the microwave and pressed the button to click it on, all the lights go out, her breath stills in the night air, her usual warm dorm room suddenly chilly as she feels the waft of the night air breezing through and hitting her skin, making her pearly whites chatter together.

"Just great, out of all the nights, they really had to cut the power when I'm home alone," sighing deeply in sheer disappointment, the young woman walked around with the aid of her phone light, flashing in the direction of the cabinets in the kitchen that holds the candles she plans on using to brighten up the dorm area, so she wouldn't feel too afraid. is parched, gulping down the lump lodged in as she wishes to disappear and go visit her flatmates respective homes, rather than be stuck here all alone. The horror that slithers up her spine as she distinctively hears so many sounds, eerie noises outside and around making her pores rise on end. Wishing she had someone, anyone! Why did she have to stay here all alone? Electricity was fully gone, a storm brewing and rain pouring harshly left and right as the eerie silence from the electricity went clear.

"I miss them," the woman laughed to herself, hiccuping through her fear as she looks around and starts finding areas that are safe enough to place the candle, not wanting a flame to catch on any surface flammable.

She placed the candles in a sporadic pattern around the living room area, kitchen, and even one in her room for the night. Once she was done, the girl walked back to the sofa and plopped down, trying to get some bars on her phone so she can at least text one of her friends for some company.

°I'm not afraid of the dark, what I'm afraid of, is what's behind it.°

The hairs stood on her nape and she feels an eerie silence casting over her as the fear starts gnawing in her stomach. Alas, no bars came up, there's no way to contact any of her flatmates and Yooa is a coward, not a loser but a coward. "Well, —"

《The dorm aesthetic: https://64.media.tumblr.com/3d681c1e2e6dab3301dd86932492aa08/12346099badfcc53-ff/s1280x1920/e418a782d216dfb3b941abcffa330d5398143afd.jpg》⠀⠀