A/N: This is a continuation of Persona 4: Scary stories by OblivionDTD. I may not be a frequent writer but I am some ideas and I am willing to try to fill up the space for him. Do put down your reviews and rate on how I can do better!
~Chapter 1: You can't run away…~
"So… anyone want to continue where we left off?" It was a question raised by the leader of the 'Investigation team', Yu Narukami. There was an odd sense of déjà vu. The members of the team were at the same beach, sitting at the same positions and at the same time at night.
The only difference other than their clothes was Naoto being strangely more silent than usual.
I am NOT going to speak up for this entire night… period. The detective promised to herself as she watched her friends sitting opposite of her. She was annoyed and tired hearing them teased her all day long, especially from Yu as he usually threatens her emotions to go haywire.
"Oh Oh Oh! Me! It should my turn!" Yukiko cheered as she waved her arms at the members of the team excitedly. Everyone turned to face her with a dreadful expression. It is because when a subject about the paranormal is brought up, Yukiko would always deliver the scariest of tales.
"NO!" The other girls in the group yelled fearfully except Naoto who is desperately trying to control her panic surging inside her. She forcefully suppressed the urge to leave immediately.
I have to proof that I am not scared easily… I can do this. She thought.
The boys, however, react completely different from the girls.
"Err… Sure. I always wonder what the fuzz about her stories was." Kanji said, oblivious to negative reaction of Chie and Rise. He was more curious than afraid of the next potential storyteller.
"Is it finally time for the beautiful Yuki-chan to play the role of a storyteller? I can't wait!" No need to say who yelled that in excitement…
"Hell yes! It is finally time for the good stuff! Go ahead and scare our socks off Yukiko." Yosuke approved with his thumbs up as he could not wait to see the girls running off in fear.
…And maybe his partner as well. I mean… the 'perfect man' of Inaba should be at least be scared by one of her stories, right?
Unfortunately, the brunette was immediately rewarded with a punch to the face by none other than Chie.
"You creep! You never understand our feelings!" Chie scolded him with Rise nodding in agreement.
Naoto was now having second thoughts about the idea. Although she had never heard one of Yukiko's ghost stories before, their exaggerated reaction towards the matter is worrying her.
Fortunately, the leader of the group thought of a much better idea and saves the day.
"Yukiko I don't think you should start first tonight." Yu began with an amused smile on his face. "I mean if you start scaring them off now, there won't be opportunities left for the others to have a go. Your stories will always top theirs, you know?"
Everyone turned to face Yu with a look of admiration. The worries and panic inside Naoto was eased in an instant as she thanked him silently. Yosuke and Kanji have now a newfound sense of respect for his partner, a different kind that he gave to him in the past.
Yukiko pouted as she did not seemed pleased with the matter. But after she saw how serious Yu was by the look of his sliver eyes, she just had to give in.
"Fine… only this time." The black-haired girl whined. Chie and Rise cheered happily as they were spared from the horror for a few more minutes.
"So… I guess it is Kanji's turn then." Yosuke suggested. The poor delinquent looked around awkwardly as all the other members of the group turned their attention to him.
I wonder what stories Kanji-kun would tell… Naoto thought as she observed silently with her curiosity arising. Without her knowing, the silverette was shuffling closer and closer towards the sleuth. A mischievous grin appeared on his face as Yu leaned down towards her ear and whispered loudly.
"Boo!"
"AHH!" Naoto let out a feminine scream as she jumped back away from the pranker with her eyes shut and arms raised in front of her face in self-defence.
The silverette chuckled at her reaction. He loved seeing her like this… it was cute.
After knowing it was just a little prank, she put down her arms and gave a scolding look at the joker. "What was that for?" she demanded. All the initial respect and admiration for Yu was gone in an instant as she glared angrily at him.
"…Just setting up the mood, my love." Yu teased with a shrug and his smile still present on his face. Naoto blushed in embarrassment as she scoffed and turned away from him.
That's it! That's the last straw! I am also NOT going to speak to him anymore tonight! She yelled angrily inside her mind.
"Sheesh… Kanji is starting!" Yukiko glared at them in annoyance. If she can't tell her story first, she should at least enjoy the one who is.
"Err… right… where should I start?" Kanji pondered in his mind as he searched for a story worth telling to his friends. He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment and nervousness as their stare was starting to get unnerve him.
However, Kanji being Kanji, he tried his best anyways.
"My Pa used to keep telling me bedtime stories when I was young… and before he died. He said that he always wanted to grow up as a man, so he kept on kept on telling these stories with so called lessons on how to be one." The blonde haired young man began.
"These stories sometimes don't stick in my head. …For crying out loud, some of them are really boring. But… there was one that stuck with me till this day." He paused for a brief moment as he gathered his thoughts before he continued.
It was the time where I saw my old man seemed kinda weird and strange. He told me to come to his bedroom like usual and started to tell me a story again.
Well… It started off like this.
There was once an old man who works at a textile shop in his hometown.
He loves using the needle and threads turn fabric and silk into fine works of art.
He loves seeing his customers happy when they purchase his masterpieces.
He loves seeing his wife working with him in making these fine pieces of art.
He is happy to know that his textile shop could stand and live another day.
He thinks that nothing would end this wonder life.
But every night when it was time to go home…
Walking down the dark narrow road to his home…
He would feel… someone is following him.
On the first day, it was just a feeling in his gut.
He thought nothing of it.
On the second day, the wind feels much colder than before.
*Whooossshhh*
He thought nothing of it.
Perhaps it is just the weather that day.
On the third day, he began to hear a giggle.
"Hahaha…."
He thought nothing of it.
Surely it was just his imagination.
On the fourth day, the wind is now much colder and the giggle grew louder… by just a bit.
It seemed to warn him.
But he thought nothing of it.
It was just him having a long tired day.
On the fifth day, the giggle turned into a chuckle.
He turned to look behind him.
No one… No one except him and the darkness that surrounds the road he was walking on.
It must those pranksters he had heard about recently.
So he thought nothing about it.
On the sixth day, he heard light footsteps behind
He stopped and turned.
No one was there.
It must be his hearing problems.
So he thought nothing about it.
On the seventh day, a chuckle was heard and the footsteps were louder… by just a bit.
"Mhm… Hahaha…"
He stopped and turned.
But still… no one was there.
He finally started to be afraid.
On the eighth day, footsteps seemed to grow even louder.
He stopped and turned.
He thought he saw a figure in the far distance.
He began… to panic.
On the ninth day, a loud laugh was heard…
"HaHaHa!"
It seems to belong to a mad man.
He stopped.
The laughter also stopped.
He turned.
A dark figure was seen in the far distance.
That dark figure gave a wide crazed smile.
He ran the rest of the distance home.
On the tenth day, he did not go to work.
He now hates the needle and thread.
He now fears the customers that were buying his art.
He now refused to tell his wife what is going on.
He is afraid that his textile shop would fall.
He thinks that something must be done to solve this suffering.
On the eleventh day, he steeled himself… and went to work.
The loud footsteps could be heard… following him.
The laughter grew louder and crazier.
"HAhaHAha…!"
He stopped.
But the sounds of someone approaching never stopped.
He turned.
There was indeed someone following him.
The dark figure had a dark hood over its head.
The dark figure had glowing red eyes.
The dark figure had an ever growing smile on its face.
He must be insane.
He ran away, trying to escape from him.
"HAHAHA! RUN! TRY AND RUN FROM ME!"
The dark figure mocked him.
He locked himself in his house and in his room.
He now fears even his own wife.
He now fears to pick up the needle and threads.
He now fears his own textile shop.
He does not care anyone and anything anymore.
He only cares… his own life.
On the twelfth day, silence was all he could hear.
No footsteps…
No laughter…
No darkness…
No dark figure to be seen…
Has it all stopped?
On the thirteenth day, he was in his house.
All the doors were locked.
His wife left him, crying pitifully as he sank into madness.
Has it all stopped?
…
…
*Knock Knock*
No it hasn't it.
*Knock Knock Knock*
It was far from over….
*knock Knock Knock Knock*
In fact, it was only the beginning of the end.
*Creeaakkkkk….*
The door opened.
The mad laughter returned… It was a loud as the old man remembered.
The footsteps returned… It was now much closer than before, closing the distance between the both of them.
The dark figure had returned… he said:
"Go on… RUN!"
The old man ran out of his house, screaming for his life.
He ran out into the darkness.
He ran down the road that he was been walking on for so long.
He ran back to his textile shop.
He could not stop. He would never stop.
The dark figure is chasing him… through the darkness that surrounds them.
Out of desperation, he opened his textile shop and ran inside.
He was forced to stop as he was shocked to see…
Blood…
Blood on his silk…
Blood on his fabric…
Blood on his needle and threads…
Blood EVERYWHERE…
Even blood on his body…
The dark figure finally caught him.
He whispered into the ears of the old man.
You can hide all you want…
You can run everywhere and anywhere…
But…
You can never…
Ever…
RUN
AWAY
FROM
ME
!
…
…
Kanji finally took a deep breath after talking for so long. He never thought he had such a talent in telling stories. It surprised him.
There were many reactions to his stories.
The positives were Yu, Yukiko and Yosuke were speechless by the end of it. They could feel chills running down their spine as Kanji nailed the suspense and horrific atmosphere, even the punch line!
The negative were that Teddie and the other girls were hugging each other tightly, completely scared out their wits.
"Wow…" Yu remarked as he slowly gathered his blown bits of his mind. "Maybe I should have let Yukiko start after all…"
A/N: the story above is completely original. I did not look in the internet for references nor did I look at other fanfic writers or stories for inspiration.
Do let me know what you think of this.