Scared Every Night, Becoming The Target Of A Creepy Psycho - Chapter 30

Chapter 30 – Only the Senior Left

“W-Why is it you? What did you do to Zhang Jun?!”

Chen Sheng braced himself against the ground, desperately crawling backward.

But no matter how far he retreated, those sharp claws could still stretch straight toward his face.

His eyes were wide open, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and two trails of tears still stained his cheeks—he looked pitiful, disheveled, and utterly helpless.

The thing in front of him was a twisted, blurry mass of a face. Only its eyes were visible—vertical slits like a serpent’s, narrow and cold, staring at him with malice.

“Zhang Jun?” it said.

“I’ve been here the whole time, Chen Sheng. I was the one who helped you out of the school, ate dinner with you, brought you back. There was never a Zhang Jun.”

Chen Sheng’s tears poured uncontrollably.

He knew something felt wrong the whole time—the way the messages were phrased, that odd tone of voice, the way it stared at his neck brace, and the comment about having met the senior more than once.

Now it all made sense. That couldn’t have been Zhang Jun. So from the very beginning, the one messaging him wasn’t Zhang Jun—it was this thing.

Senior had warned him not to leave campus, yet he still followed this fake Zhang Jun out, had dinner, walked with it…

Chen Sheng felt a wave of cold dread surge through his scalp.

“What did you do to Zhang Jun?” he shouted, while instinctively reaching for the neck brace that gave him safety—his lifeline.

The thing licked its lips slowly, its long tongue flicking out like it was savoring the memory.

“I ate him, of course,” it said, its voice filled with wicked delight. “He was fresh… but not nearly as delicious as you’ll be, Chen Sheng.”

Chen Sheng felt his heart sink. “No… No… that’s not true… It’s not true!”

He cried out, completely breaking down. In the next instant, the sharp claw lunged at him.

Chen Sheng shut his eyes in despair, expecting pain and death. In the moment before his vision went black, he saw the twisted, triumphant expression on the creature’s face. But instead of pain, he heard it screech.

Chen Sheng opened his eyes to see it drawing back, claws shaking from pain.

Its gaze locked onto the neck brace around his neck with hatred.

Then, in a flash, the creature turned into a shadow and disappeared—leaving behind Zhang Jun, pale-faced, standing before him.

“Chen Sheng… it hurts so much… it hurts…” Zhang Jun whimpered, clutching his bleeding hand, his face drained of color. “Help me… Chen Sheng… please…”

Chen Sheng didn’t believe it was really Zhang Jun. It was probably still that thing pretending. He scrambled backward again.

But Zhang Jun kept holding his hand, bl00d dripping onto the floor.

“It’s really me… I’m still alive, it possessed me. It’s my body, so if it gets hurt, I get hurt too. I don’t want to die, Chen Sheng… save me…”

Tears streamed down his face.

“Remember that night, the thunderstorm?” he sobbed. “I was worried about you, I wanted to text you… but it came… outside the window… the lights went out… the dorm went dark…”

He clutched his head in agony, bl00d still pouring from his hand, his skin growing even paler.

Black smoke began leaking from his body, writhing like it wanted to break free. Zhang Jun’s face became translucent as he forced himself to stay coherent.

“Chen Sheng, I’m really Zhang Jun. I’m in so much pain… I don’t want to die…”

Chen Sheng watched the scene unfold, his mind a mess.

He couldn’t tell anymore whether this was the real Zhang Jun fighting possession… or just a trick.

If it was a trick, he’d die. But if Zhang Jun really was still inside and he did nothing—then Zhang Jun would die.

He was the one who should be dying anyway. Zhang Jun walked closer.

Tears streamed down his face. “I know you don’t want to die either… So let me be the one. Nobody wants to die, but only one of us can make it. I know that brace on your neck can stop it—that’s why I’ll take it.”

He stretched out his hand toward Chen Sheng’s neck. With every inch he moved closer, his face contorted in pain. A piercing, shrill scream came from within his body.

That creature’s vicious voice rang out again from inside Zhang Jun.

“Chen Sheng, are you really going to watch your friend die for you?”

“So heartless… you’ve already killed me, and now you’re going to kill your only friend too?”

Tears streamed from Chen Sheng’s face. In that moment, his desire to let Zhang Jun live overwhelmed everything.

He couldn’t let his friend die in front of him. If someone had to die—it should be him.

Just as Zhang Jun’s fingers were about to touch the neck brace,

Chen Sheng tore it off.

The moment he did, Zhang Jun froze with his hand still reaching.

Then, a grotesque, twisted smile crept onto his face before he collapsed to the floor.

A huge black figure burst out of his body, claws morphing out midair.

“HAHAHA! I knew you couldn’t bear to lose your one and only friend, Chen Sheng! I should’ve pretended to be your beloved senior instead. You probably would’ve taken it off at dinner, nice and easy.”

The claws lunged forward, slicing into his neck.

Pain exploded, and Chen Sheng’s face twisted in agony. His throat felt crushed, suffocating—death was imminent.

He closed his eyes in despair.

He had known this might happen. But he still chose to protect his friend.

Darkness enveloped him. The creature’s manic laughter filled his ears.

He thought it was over—but then he heard a bl00d-curdling scream.

And then came his senior’s soft voice.

“Don’t be afraid, Chen Sheng… I’m here…”

Chen Sheng tried to open his eyes, but bl00d filled his throat. He couldn’t speak. His consciousness slowly faded…

…

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the dormitory.

No bl00d. Everything looked normal.

He tried to speak—but nothing came out.

Then he saw his senior walking in with a bag of food.

When he saw Chen Sheng awake, the senior quickly put the food down and rushed to him.

“You’re awake! How do you feel?”

Chen Sheng struggled to sit up. He couldn’t see his own condition, but when he tried to speak—no sound came out.

His eyes filled with panic and confusion. He pointed at his throat repeatedly.

The senior, eyes filled with concern, gently comforted him. “It’s okay. Just rest tonight. You’ll be fine. Here, you must be hungry—eat something first.”

But Chen Sheng had no appetite. He tried to get out of bed, but fell right back down. His ankle had been re-bandaged—but the pain was still intense.

Tears poured from his eyes. He pulled out his phone and typed into the notes app to show the senior:

“Senior… was it you who saved me?”

The senior nodded. “Yes, Chen Sheng. Luckily, I made it in time. Otherwise…” His voice grew heavy with emotion.

Chen Sheng typed again:

“Thank you, Senior Gu. What happened to my friend Zhang Jun? Is he…?”

Tears dropped onto his screen. He quickly wiped them away and showed the message.

“Don’t worry. Your friend is safe—he’s in the hospital.”

That eased him slightly, but he remained tense. He typed:

“Was he really possessed? Why was that thing targeting him? Was it… because of me?”

He wanted to ask if Zhang Jun had really been possessed or just impersonated—but didn’t know how to word it.

The senior read his note and replied:

“Your friend was possessed. But he’s not in danger now. That thing was extremely cunning—once it realized it couldn’t kill you directly, it possessed your friend and tricked you into leaving the school. Then it tried to get you to remove the brace I gave you—knowing you wouldn’t let your friend die. Thankfully, I got there in time before it could succeed.”

Chen Sheng felt a sliver of relief—his choice had been the right one.

Otherwise, he’d have been responsible for his friend’s death.

He typed again:

“So if I hadn’t taken off the brace… would he have died too?”

The senior nodded solemnly.

“That’s what makes that thing so sinister.”

“But senior, we… we were just intimate. Why would it still come for me? Is it dead now? What if it targets Zhang Jun again?”

The senior replied gently:

“Although we’ve had intimate contact, that only stopped it from attacking in its true form. It could still possess people close to you. I’m sorry. When I showed up, it ran. I was too focused on saving you to go after it. To protect your friend now… the only way is to break all contact. No messaging. No memories. The best way… is to forget.”

Forget? Chen Sheng trembled. He tried to speak, but couldn’t. Even his cries were silent.

“How do we forget?”

“Don’t worry. I have a way,” said the senior softly. “The question is—can you bear it if your only friend… forgets you?”

Chen Sheng weakly clenched his fist. His throat burned. His ankle throbbed. The image of Zhang Jun crying, screaming—“I don’t want to die, Chen Sheng!”—looped endlessly in his mind.

Like a film scene, vivid and painful. His heart felt like it was being ripped apart. It hurt. So much.

But he had no choice. To save his friend from being hunted again…

Tears falling, Chen Sheng typed each word with agonizing difficulty: “I accept.”

The moment he sent it, his strength drained away. He nearly collapsed back onto the bed—but his senior caught him, holding him close and whispering softly in his ear.

Chen Sheng clutched the senior’s shirt, burying his face in his chest.

Now… he had only the senior left. He cried in silence.

And Gu Zhen, the senior—smiled, twisted and triumphant.

Yes.

Chen Sheng.

Now you only have me.

Where else can you go… but into my arms?

Obediently…

You belong nowhere else—

But by my side.