It was past midnight. The twins were crashing at your house again, their bikes gleaming under the dim garage light. You were on the couch, a pillow resting on your stomach, a facemask on, eyes glued to a ghost movie. The room was dark, save for the eerie blue glow of the TV. The tension in the film was thick—something lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce.

Then—BANG. The front door slammed open, and in swaggered Desmond, Asae, and Derek. Desmond and Asae both wore black leather jackets, their usual smug grins in place. Derek was already a little buzzed, laughing at something Asae had said.

Asae grinned wide as he spotted you huddled on the couch. "Aww, what's this? Our little doll watching a horror movie all alone?"

Desmond smirked, slipping off his jacket. "How cute. Are you scared, baby?"

You rolled your eyes and sat up. "Piss off."

"Ouch." Asae clutched his chest dramatically. "She wounds me."

Desmond chuckled, plopping down on the couch beside you, invading your space. "Why so cold, sweetheart? Don't you miss us?"

"Like I'd miss a disease."

Derek barked out a laugh, already heading to the kitchen to grab more drinks. The twins, however, weren't done with you yet.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Derek had passed out—completely wasted. Asae and Desmond sat across from each other, finishing the last of their drinks, the room filled with low murmurs and the occasional clink of glass.

Then Asae smirked. "Hey... you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Desmond raised a brow. "That depends. Is it stupid?"

"Absolutely."

Desmond exhaled, setting his glass down. "Go on."

Asae leaned in, whispering. "She was watching that ghost movie, right? How about we... give her a little midnight horror experience?"

Desmond considered it. Then, ever so slowly, his lips curled into a smirk. "Bet."

They found two ghost-face masks lying around from a past prank. They ditched their jackets but kept their heavy boots, letting them thud against the wooden floors as they moved.

You had just started to doze off when your door creaked open—a slow, eerie sound. Your eyes fluttered open, your body tensing.

Then—you saw them. Two figures stood in the doorway, tall, bulky, their faces hidden beneath ghost masks. The dim light from the hallway cast their shadows long and distorted.

Your breath hitched. The movie—this was exactly like the movie.

Then, in unison, they spoke. "Boo."

You jolted upright, your back hitting the headboard. Your pulse pounded as they stepped inside, their boots thudding against the floor.

A chuckle. Desmond's voice, smooth and taunting. "What's wrong, baby? You look scared."

Asae tilted his head, his voice dripping with amusement. "You should be."

You scrambled backward frowning and wary. "You guys are idiots."

They climbed onto the bed, cornering you. Desmond reached for your wrist, his grip firm but not painful. You flinched. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear.

"Sweetheart..." His voice was a low, teasing purr. "Run, baby. Use those tiny legs of yours and get away from the Devils. Let's play hide and seek. If we catch you... well, let's just say you won't like what happens next."

Your stomach twisted. Then—instinct kicked in. You shoved him hard, bolting off the bed. Asae burst into laughter as you darted through the door, disappearing into the dark halls.

Desmond adjusted his mask, watching you flee. "Damn, she's fast."

Asae licked his lips under the mask. "That just makes it more fun."

The house was dark, eerily quiet except for your frantic footsteps. You had no idea where to go. Every corner felt like a dead end, every shadow a lurking threat.

Then—footsteps. Heavy boots stomping against the wooden floor. Closer. Closer.

A voice echoed from the darkness—Asae's playful, taunting. "You can run, little mouse, but you can't hide..."

Desmond's voice followed, lower, smoother. "Be good and let us find you, sweetheart... or we'll make it worse."