Scared Every Night, Becoming The Target Of A Creepy Psycho - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 – Bathroom Horror

After eating with Zhang Jun, Chen Sheng was still nervously looking around.

The fact that he didn’t find anything in the classroom meant that person was hiding very well.

It was also possible they weren’t even from his class—maybe from a different major entirely.

So even after returning to the classroom, Chen Sheng couldn’t stop scanning the room all afternoon.

But by the end of class, he still hadn’t noticed anyone secretly watching him.

The moment he stepped out, Zhang Jun was already waiting.

Seeing how spaced out and uneasy Chen Sheng looked, Zhang Jun comforted him, “It’s okay. I’ll be with you tonight. If that damn creep dares to mess with you again—or if there’s something weird with the bed—I’ll help you check everything.”

Chen Sheng nodded.

The two of them returned to the dorm together. The door was still locked, exactly the way Chen Sheng had left it that morning.

He took out his key and unlocked the door. As soon as it opened, Zhang Jun rushed inside first.

After inspecting the entire room, he sat down on the opposite bed frame, looking at Chen Sheng. “You can relax now. I’ve checked everything—no one’s here.”

Chen Sheng also took another look around. With Zhang Jun there, his nerves began to settle a bit.

He could only hope that nothing weird happened again that night.

Chen Sheng went to the bathroom first to take a shower, while Zhang Jun waited outside.

Listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, Zhang Jun suddenly felt the room temperature drop dramatically not long after Chen Sheng entered.

He shivered from the sudden chill and looked toward the window—it was open.

Outside, the sky had already turned dark.

Zhang Jun trembled from the cold.

But this wasn’t normal weather. Could it be that the wind had picked up outside, or was this dorm just naturally chilly?

Thinking that, he walked over to the window, closed it, and pulled the curtains shut.

Strangely, even after doing all that, the room was still filled with that eerie coldness. It seemed to have started the moment Chen Sheng entered the bathroom.

Zhang Jun began to feel uneasy.

If the dorm had always been cold, that would be one thing—but he remembered clearly that when he had entered first earlier, there hadn’t been any cold feeling at all.

Unable to bear it anymore, Zhang Jun walked to the bathroom door.

“Chen Sheng, are you done yet?”

From inside came Chen Sheng’s voice.

“Almost! What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just hurry up. I need to shower too.”

“Oh, okay. Give me a minute—I’ll be out soon.”

Chen Sheng, hearing Zhang Jun’s voice, quickly sped up.

After finishing, he stepped out of the bathroom and saw Zhang Jun shivering on the opposite bed frame.

And the moment Chen Sheng opened the bathroom door, that chilling sensation seemed to vanish completely.

It had come suddenly—and left just as suddenly. If Zhang Jun hadn’t experienced it himself, he would’ve never believed it.

Seeing how pale and cold Zhang Jun looked just a moment ago—and then seeing him fine now—Chen Sheng couldn’t help but ask, “Zhang Jun, are you okay?”

When Zhang Jun saw Chen Sheng come out, it was like seeing a savior. He rushed over and said, “Chen Sheng, right after you went into the bathroom, the dorm suddenly got freezing cold.

I thought it was because the window was open, so I closed it, pulled the curtains, but it stayed cold.

Then the moment you stepped out of the bathroom, the chill just vanished—like someone flipped a switch. It was so weird. So creepy. I’m finally starting to believe—”

Before Zhang Jun could finish his sentence, he noticed that Chen Sheng’s face had turned ghostly pale and that he was trembling, which made him even more frightened.

“Wh–what’s wrong?”

Chen Sheng had already started shaking when he heard what Zhang Jun said, because he knew—he hadn’t opened the window or drawn the curtains before he left in the morning.

He’d locked the door himself, and the night before, he’d checked everything thoroughly.

So how did the window and curtain get opened?

It took him a while to find his voice. Still shaking, he looked at Zhang Jun and said, “When I left this morning, I didn’t open the window. I didn’t touch the curtains either.”

After hearing that, Zhang Jun’s expression instantly turned ghostly pale—as if he’d seen a ghost.

He started looking around the room in a panic.

“You—you didn’t open the window? Or the curtains? And the door was locked? Wait… wait, let me think.”

Even though Zhang Jun was terrified, he still didn’t want to believe in ghosts or spirits. So he tried to reason it out, saying, “What if that creep got a spare key from the dorm manager? Or maybe he broke in while you were out during the day, messed with the room, and then relocked everything to make it look untouched?”

Hearing this, Chen Sheng finally felt his soul return to his body a bit and calmed down slightly. “That… could be possible. Tomorrow, we should ask the dorm manager—or check the hallway security footage.”

Zhang Jun nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Hopefully, we can catch that damn creep. It’s bad enough they’re a perv, but they’re trying to scare people on top of that. Anyway, I’m going to take my shower.”

“Okay.”

As Zhang Jun entered the bathroom, Chen Sheng couldn’t help but glance at the curtain again.

It hung flat—no strange bulges.

He returned to his bed.

Checking the time on his phone, it was still early—not midnight yet.

So the bed still felt normal—not the icy chill he usually felt at night.

He opened his chat app. Since blocking that mysterious contact yesterday, there hadn’t been any new friend requests.

No one had tried to add him again with a different account.

Chen Sheng felt slightly more at ease.

What he didn’t know was that Zhang Jun, now in the bathroom, was about to meet with horror.

He stood under the shower, eyes closed, washing his hair.

But for some reason, the water felt thicker and colder the longer he showered—and there was a faint metallic, bloody smell.

With shampoo in his eyes, Zhang Jun reached out to grab a towel but couldn’t find it. His eyes stung, so he barely opened them a sliver.

And what he saw was bl00d red.

No—that wasn’t quite right. The entire bathroom had been dyed bl00d red, as if it was soaked in bl00d.

Even worse, Zhang Jun vaguely saw something dark and shadowy crouched under the sink—staring right at him.

Terrified, he tried to scream—but no sound came out.

It was like his body had been glued to the floor by the bl00d.

He could only move his eyes.

From the corner of his vision, he saw his own body was drenched in red, completely covered—no skin color left.

He only got a brief look, because next, he saw the thing under the sink start to crawl out.

Its limbs were twisted—actually, its whole body was distorted and blurry. He couldn’t even tell what it was.

It shattered everything Zhang Jun had ever believed in.

And he couldn’t move. All he could do was watch as the thing crawled toward him, its icy gaze locked onto him, inch by inch, closing in…