Yandere Crime 단편 소설 & 소설

I was killed seven times by the home invader who broke into my house, trapped in a cycle I could never escape. The first time, I fought back. The second time, I was terrified. By the sixth, I had gone numb. And by the seventh, I was determined to take him down with me. With my last breath, I ripped off his mask and found my husband's face staring back at me.

On New Year's Eve, I came across a high-stakes delivery order boasting a massive tip of nearly three thousand dollars. Blinded by the incredible payout, I took the order without a second thought. However, the moment I arrived at the destination, I was dragged into a horrific murder scene. Panicked, I immediately dialed 911, but as the police investigation unfolded, every single piece of evidence pointed directly at me as the killer. Surveillance footage showed that I was the only person who had entered the victim's room that night. To make matters worse, tech experts confirmed that the footage showed zero signs of tampering, leaving me with no way to prove my innocence. In the ensuing chaos, the victim's grief-stricken family stabbed me to death right there and then. Even as my life faded away, I couldn't comprehend how a simple food delivery trip had turned me into a convicted murderer. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn back to the exact night I accepted that sky-high delivery order.

After lights-out, I make my roommates play with an Ouija board with me. Being the scaredy-cat she is, my roommate decides to ask something stupid, "Where did my earphones go?" I almost burst out laughing. I can't believe she's using it to find her earphones. To our surprise, the planchette starts to move. It spells out, "It's under your bed beside the eye." We exchange glances in confusion. What eye? I snort and get out of bed. Using my phone's flashlight, I check under the bed. Nothing is there. Before I can make fun of my roommate for being superstitious, the door slams open. The student who stays next door barges into our room, her face as pale as a sheet. Her voice trembles as she shouts, "Wake up! Everyone on campus is going wild! Someone found an eyeball in our dorm!"

There are no grown men in our village. When girls turn 18, they participate in a coming-of-age ceremony in the ancestral hall. Dressed in ceremonial clothes, they line up to enter, and when they come out, their faces show a mix of pain and joy. When my eldest sister turned 18, Grandma forbade her from attending. However, one night, she snuck into the hall. When she came out, she was limping, and blood was dripping between her legs.