Scared Every Night, Becoming The Target Of A Creepy Psycho - Chapter 13

Chapter 13 – Do You Like It, Chen Sheng?

After exchanging contact information, Chen Sheng had to head back to class.

He said goodbye to his senior. Just having added him on messaging made the fear and tension he’d been carrying for the past few days feel much lighter.

As soon as his afternoon class ended, Chen Sheng hurried back to the dorm.

Senior Gu Zhen was still tidying up.

The previously empty and desolate dorm felt much more lived-in now that the senior was back and organizing it.

Compared to Chen Sheng, the senior had a lot of belongings—neatly arranged and complete.

As soon as Chen Sheng stepped in, the senior looked up and said,
“Junior Chen Sheng, are all the clothes in this wardrobe yours? I’m sorry, I peeked while you were gone. I just had a look, and I have to say—Junior Chen Sheng, you have great taste.
These outfits, paired together, would look amazing on you.
It’s just…”

The senior looked at him and continued,
“It’s just… why haven’t I seen you wear any of them?”

When Chen Sheng heard the first part, his heart instantly dropped.

Despite the compliment, he didn’t feel happy at all—because those clothes weren’t his.
They belonged to that thing…

Just the thought of that non-human entity filled Chen Sheng with dread.

If it hadn’t been clearly the senior standing in front of him, just recently returned,
he would’ve thought it was speaking again.

After all, he had already heard that line, like something from a nightmare, several times before—

Always asking why he wouldn’t wear those clothes.

But Chen Sheng, not wanting the senior to notice anything strange—

Even though, realistically, the senior wouldn’t believe him anyway.

Unless one had seen it for themselves, no one would.

So Chen Sheng had no choice but to come up with a hasty excuse:
“I-I’m not used to wearing those kinds of clothes. I prefer the kind I’m wearing now—more comfortable. I’m used to it. I mostly just go to class and then lay around in the dorm, so I don’t think there’s any need to dress up.”

After he spoke, the senior replied,
“Junior Chen Sheng, that won’t do. Don’t you have someone you like—or at least a crush?”

Then he added with a slight smile,
“Ah, sorry. I tend to be very straightforward after living off campus for so long. If I’m being too forward, feel free not to answer.”

Chen Sheng quickly waved his hands, flustered.
“N-No, not at all! I don’t think it’s inappropriate.”

He blushed. In truth, he had never been in a relationship, nor had he liked anyone in that way.

But… he did have someone he admired—this senior.

Still blushing, Chen Sheng added,
“I-I don’t. I’m not planning to date right now. I just want to focus on my studies.”

The senior smiled gently.
“I see. That’s perfectly fine too. There’s no rush to date. Take your time—when you meet someone who’s outstanding and suits you, then it’ll be worth it.”

Then he turned to the wardrobe and said,
“Could I trouble you to make some space in here for me?”

Chen Sheng looked over. The wardrobe was packed full of clothes that thing had put there for him.

Now, because of that, the senior had no space for his own.

Embarrassed and apologetic, Chen Sheng said,
“Sorry, Senior—I’ll make room for you right away.”

He walked over to the wardrobe, and the senior kindly stepped aside to give him room.

But the senior still stood beside him, watching him sort the clothes.

Being watched like that made Chen Sheng incredibly nervous—his heart was pounding.

He’d always been afraid to touch those clothes, but now he had no choice.
Trying to steady himself, he quickly pulled the clothes out, folded them loosely, and placed them to the side—freeing up a large portion of space.

Then he turned to the senior.
“Is this enough? If not, I can—”

“It’s enough. More than enough. Thank you, Chen Sheng.”

Chen Sheng blushed and stepped aside.

He watched as the senior took clothes out of his suitcase. Compared to Chen Sheng, the senior’s clothes were folded perfectly.

The senior even used hangers to hang up his shirts neatly in the space that had just been cleared.

Now that’s real taste in clothing, Chen Sheng thought.

He watched for a while, then went back to sit on his own bed.

His heart felt a little heavy—because tomorrow, he’d be moving out of the dorm and into off-campus housing.

And once he left, he might never see the senior again.

Just as he was lost in thought—

His phone buzzed with a notification.

Immediately, his whole body tensed.

With trembling hands, he opened his phone—only to see that the message was from Zhang Jun. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Jun:
Chen Sheng… are you in the dorm right now?

Chen Sheng:
Yeah.

Zhang Jun:
I need to talk to you.

Chen Sheng read the message with dread. He didn’t want to involve Zhang Jun anymore—he was afraid that if they met again, that thing would hurt Zhang Jun.

So he replied:

Chen Sheng:
Just text me instead.

Zhang Jun:
No. Chen Sheng, I need to talk to you in person. It’s really important. Please. Come quickly.

The urgency in the message alarmed Chen Sheng.

He immediately stood up, grabbed his phone, and headed out.

The senior called after him,
“Junior, it’s already dark outside—where are you going?”

Chen Sheng turned and answered,
“Senior, I’ll be back soon. A friend needs my help—it’s urgent.”

“Then go ahead. If you need anything, just let me know.”

Chen Sheng felt deeply moved by the senior’s kindness.

He nodded and rushed out.

Outside, just as the senior had said, night had already fallen.

Chen Sheng sprinted all the way to Zhang Jun’s dorm and knocked on the door.

Almost immediately, he heard someone inside call out,
“Who is it?”

“It’s me—Chen Sheng.”

A voice inside called out,
“Zhang Jun, your friend’s here.”

He heard footsteps approach—and then the door opened.

Zhang Jun appeared in the doorway.

Chen Sheng scanned him quickly, relieved to see he was unharmed.
“What happened? Don’t tell me that thing came for you again?”

Zhang Jun looked completely confused.
“What are you talking about, Chen Sheng? That thing didn’t come near me again. By the way, are you still staying in that dorm tonight? I told you to move out—the sooner, the better.”

Chen Sheng froze.

Wait… wasn’t Zhang Jun the one who messaged him?

He looked at Zhang Jun’s baffled expression and his face turned pale.
“You didn’t message me just now? You didn’t ask me to come?”

Zhang Jun’s face suddenly changed. He shook his head and quickly pulled out his phone.

After checking it, his face filled with fear.

“That… that message wasn’t from me, Chen Sheng! It was that thing—definitely that thing again! I never messaged you!”

Chen Sheng’s bl00d ran cold.

What was that thing trying to do?

And then it hit him.

His expression turned to panic as he bolted back toward the dorm.

Back at the doorway, Zhang Jun watched him run off, wanting to call after him—

But no sound came out.

It was as if something had wrapped around his throat.

He could only stand there, wide-eyed in horror.

Then, he heard that cold, chilling voice again:

Stay away from Chen Sheng.

Stay away…

Or… die.

…

Chen Sheng, panting hard, finally burst back into the dorm.

As soon as he stepped in, he saw the senior standing in front of the wardrobe.

He was holding the clothes that thing had picked out for him.

When he turned to look at Chen Sheng, there was a crazed obsession in his expression.

“You’re back.
Why won’t you wear the clothes I prepared for you, Chen Sheng?”

Chen Sheng staggered back in disbelief.

The senior stepped toward him, expression growing increasingly twisted.

No… This wasn’t the senior anymore.

That thing had possessed him.

But it was still the senior’s body standing there.

With a crazed, obsessive look on his face, the “senior” said:

“What’s wrong? Don’t you really like your senior?
Well now—I am your favorite senior.
Come on, put them on, Chen Sheng.
I’ll help you wear them—with these hands of your beloved senior.

Do you like that, Chen Sheng?”