Reborn as a Prophet in a Horror Movie

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Lindy emerged from beneath the bed, her fiery red hair matted with blood, scarlet rivulets streaking down her face like grotesque war paint. Her skin, stained crimson, made the whites of her eyes and flash of teeth even more jarring. Chest heaving with frenzied exhilaration, she spoke in a giddy, breathless rush. 

“Oh, Ed honey, how should we get the oil out of the body? We don’t need the head, right?” 

A satisfied grin spread across Ed’s face. “Lindy my love, you always find a way to knock me off my feet with that brilliance of yours.”

“Hehe, hehehe!” Lindy giggled, unhinged delight echoing in her voice. “And would you look at this, Ed! Our poor cleaner was so thoughtful, bringing cleaning supplies for himself. We’ll have to ensure our little ones are just as considerate.”

“Keen as ever. You’ve got a gift for readin’ folks, darlin’.” Ed purred, oozing smug self-satisfaction.  

The deranged couple shamelessly stroked each other’s egos, compliments flowing as freely as the blood painting the room. Johan simply nodded, their words barely registering. This was prime psycho killer couple footage—just the kind of content to pique Seojun’s interest.

Casual as can be, Lindy flicked crimson droplets from her hands, blood splattering haphazardly as she tried to wipe them clean. Her fluid movements were almost hypnotic on screen. 

“Better wash up. It’s gettin’ too slippery.”

Strands of long, black hair, matted with bits of flesh, clung to her fingers. As Lindy sauntered into the bathroom, Ed grabbed the mop bucket the cleaner had dropped. Suddenly, Lindy’s voice rang out from the other room.

“Ed! The water’s acting strange in here. Come see!”

“That so? Alright, Lindy.”

Ed also vanished from view. Moments later, a heavy, dragging sound filled the air, like someone hauling sandbags. The source was initially unclear, but soon, it revealed itself on screen. The cleaner, bleeding and barely clinging to life, crawled out from under the bed—a truly pitiful sight.

His body was riddled with gashes, his once light blue shirt now saturated with blood, its original color nearly unrecognizable. With a trembling hand, he reached for the landline phone. But his blood-slicked fingers kept slipping off the buttons as he frantically tried to press them. Suddenly, Ed’s hand gently enveloped those struggling fingers.

“Ahh…” The cleaner let out a feeble whimper.

“Well, well,  look who’s still got some fight left in ‘em.” Ed mused.

“Ed, use this.” Lindy’s arm slid onto the screen from the right, like a ghostly specter. Once drenched in blood, it was now clean and deathly pale, seeming to exist independently from her off-screen body. 

Ed swiftly grabbed the proffered shower hose, wrapping it around the cleaner’s neck with practiced precision. The hose, not quite rubber, was stiffer than expected, making an imperfect noose. But it served its purpose as a makeshift leash.

The cleaner thrashed and convulsed, desperately trying to break free. His fingers clawed at the floor, seeking purchase, while his other hand yanked the phone, ripping the cable from its socket. But his struggles were futile against Ed’s unyielding strength. With a nonchalant tug, Ed dragged the cleaner out of view, their figures disappearing toward the bathroom. The camera captured only the disturbing sounds, leaving the listener’s imagination to conjure the unfolding horror.

“Ed, honey, you okay? That was quite a commotion,” Lindy called out.

“No worries, my love. I’m perfectly fine… though the hose took a beating. Damn thing’s all twisted now!” 

“As long as you weren’t stabbed, that’s what matters. Let’s just act like we didn’t notice a thing. But oh, check out that blood splatter on the mirror! It’s like abstract art, don’t you think?”

“Lindy, your sense of humor never fails to amaze me. I hope our future little ones inherit that delightful trait from you.”

“Oh, and look at that! A fingernail just dove into the toilet. There’s one in the hose too!”

“Leave it be, darlin’. The water will take care of it soon enough.”

Johan was entertained, piecing together the off-screen events through audio cues alone, appreciating the power of effective directing. But when the movie’s protagonists vanished from the screen, boredom quickly set in. With a sigh, Johan hit the fast forward button.

Two hours zipped by in seconds, and the sound of rushing water heralded Ed and Lindy’s return. They stepped back into view, fresh and clean, a stark contrast to their previous bloodstained appearance. Surprisingly, they were both completely naked, their skin glistening under the lights. Lindy clung to Ed’s arm, her voice a gentle coo.

“The head’s always a pain. No matter how we dispose of the rest… It’s our weak spot.”

“We’ll get better at it, Lindy. It’s all part of the learnin’ curve, isn’t it?” Ed reassured her.

“You’re absolutely right. Oh, wait! I’ve got a brilliant idea!” Lindy’s eyes glinted with mischief, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “The car’s in the alley. We’ll wrap the head up tight and use it like a ball. I’ll go first and pop the trunk.” 

Her cheeks were flushed, eyes alive with a feverish light. Caught up in her twisted excitement, Ed pulled her close, his embrace urgent and fierce. His eyes misted over, choked with emotion.

“You’re a goldmine of naughty ideas, my love,” he breathed, voice low and thick with dark desire.  

What came next was a passionate, if awkward, tangle of naked bodies. Hands roamed everywhere, fingers trailing over skin as they made out with wild abandon, like a pair of horny teenagers. But the scene felt less like a steamy porno and more like watching raw meat slap together on a butcher’s block. Johan felt bored again.

Suddenly Lindy’s eyes flew wide, realization striking like a physical blow. “Oh my stars, the camera! We almost forgot!”

She yanked open the fridge, ignoring its contents as she focused the lens on Ed’s face in a jarring close-up. Johan felt a twinge of relief – he’d rather not see any more of Ed’s exposed body than necessary.

Lindy gave Ed a playful nudge, her smile sweet as honey. “Got a little carried away there, didn’t we?” 

Ed blinked, his beetle-like eyes, showing he was just as surprised as she was. Lindy burst out laughing, her hand gently stroking her man’s shoulder.

“No shame in being a bit nervous, honey. It’s our first time doing this. Everyone’s gotta start somewhere, right?”

“Lindy, you always know exactly what to say. Your wisdom shines brighter than the sun on a summer’s day,” Ed told her, his voice dripping with adoration.

At this point, Johan wondered if all the sappy romance stuff was really needed for this kind of homemade video concept movie. The couple’s interactions flip-flopped between disturbing and oddly sweet.

“Our love’s gonna last through the ages, passed down from our kids to their kids, on and on. Our family’s gonna birth true immortality, mark my words.”

“Ed, that’s just about the coolest thing I ever did hear,” Lindy sighed, gazing at him with star-filled eyes, full of love for her man. 

And then, just like that, the movie abruptly ended.

“Huh?”

Johan sat up, confused by the abrupt ending. Sure, Seojun’s taste in plot, makeup, and acting was questionable at best and cringeworthy at worst, but Johan hadn’t expected such an unsatisfying conclusion.

“Hmm…” He sank back into the bed, his body relaxing. Watching the movie hadn’t really been about enjoying it anyway. Yeah, the ending sucked, but was it worth getting worked up over? At least now he had something to discuss with Seojun, and that thought made him smile.

With the movie over, Johan’s stomach started to growl, demanding food. But it was already late, and eating was a no-go. If he’d been with friends, maybe it would’ve been different, but alone, he was determined to resist late-night snacking. He scolded his stomach for its bad timing and rolled onto his side, his decision final.

As he lay there, a thought crept into his mind: had Seojun slept in this same bed, wrapped in these same sheets? A strange craving, similar to hunger but different, began to stir within him. His fingers absently stroked the fabric, his touch feather-light. Had Seojun’s head rested on this same pillow, his black hair fanning out like a dark, silky curtain? Did he nuzzle into this pillow like a cuddly little lamb?

He couldn’t help but imagine Seojun’s messy hair, grown long and wild, brushing against his pale skin as he tossed and turned. Those slender fingers would have flicked the stray strands away, annoyed, leaving behind a trail of soft, dark hair on the pillow. Johan’s eyes narrowed, his curiosity growing more insatiable by the second. Maybe… a few stray hairs still lingered, scattered across the bed…

Johan tried to push the tantalizing thoughts from his mind, knowing his dirty imagination was running wild. Though he wasn’t particularly tired, he knew he needed to get some rest for tomorrow.

He closed his eyes and began counting sheep, a pathetic attempt to distract himself. One sheep, two sheep, three… but his mind started to wander. He pictured a handsome slender figure walking through a field of golden corn, footsteps crunching and leaves rustling in the quiet. Four sheep, five sheep, six… seven…

By the time he reached 3,990, a faint vibration beneath him brought him back to the present.

“Three thousand four hundred sheep… Hmm…” Johan mumbled groggily as he blinked awake, staring blankly at the ceiling. His droopy eyelids usually gave him a gentle appearance, but anyone seeing him in that moment would think otherwise. Glancing to the side, his eyes landed on the fridge. It wasn’t hard to guess what was inside.

As always, the moment of introspection didn’t last long. 

The bedsprings squeaked as Johan heaved himself up off the mattress. Grinning, he began unloading water bottles from the fridge and lining them up next to the coffee maker. He absentmindedly scratched his cheek with one finger.

“Some would call this crazy,” he muttered with a shrug, “but who cares?”

Moving quickly, he cracked open each bottle and poured the water into the coffee maker. The machine gurgled and hissed, belching out billowing clouds of white steam as the water heated up. It was a tedious process, the coffeepot growing heavier with each bottle emptied into it.

Johan lugged the hefty coffee pot towards the bed, his casual demeanor barely concealing the bizarre act he was about to commit. With a flick of his wrist, he flung open the lid, unleashing a billowing cloud of steam. Seizing the fleeting moment before the heat escaped, he upended the pot, hurling the scalding water into the dark abyss beneath the bed. The huge amount of water spread widely, only to vanish in an instant, as if devoured by something unseen.

A blood-curdling shriek exploded from Room 999, the anguished wail ricocheting off the walls and clawing at Johan’s ears. The bed convulsed and heaved as if possessed by a tortured spirit, its very frame emanating an aura of agony. Johan set down the pot, a peculiar mix of fascination and satisfaction on his face.

“Hmm, guess I’m not crazy after all. But should I be happy about this or not…?”

Truth was, Johan wasn’t acting on ironclad belief. He was just an average young guy who’d watched a scary movie, and when faced with a similar setup, fear took over and instinct kicked in. At least that’s what he told himself. A wry grin tugged at his mouth as he muttered, “Better safe than sorry, right? Can’t be too prepared.”

As abruptly as they began, the screams fell silent. Curiosity drew Johan to the floor, his eyes probing the shadowy depths beneath the bed. But instead of a killer in blood-soaked PJs, he saw a long knife, its blade glinting menacingly, slick with water.

Johan’s head tilted, puzzlement flickering across his face, but he snatched up the knife anyway. As he furiously wiped the handle clean on his jeans, a sudden thud echoed from the bathroom, the unmistakable sound of something – or someone – falling. Johan sighed heavily.

“Pretty sure I was alone when I got here. When did this turn into a surprise slumber party?” he said, shaking his head.

Grumbling, he shoved open the bathroom door and flipped the light. The weak glow of the incandescent bulb flickered to life, gradually revealing the cool, tiled interior. His eyes landed on a basket of towels, several strewn across the floor, their soft fibers bearing the unmistakable imprints of footsteps.

Johan’s eyes narrowed as understanding dawned on him.

He wasn’t alone. An invisible intruder was in the room with him.

T/N: Johan thinks Seojun resembled a sweet, innocent lamb while he was in bed, but we all know he dove into it like a sleep deprived madman: