𝑽𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂 [M.Kaiser x reader]

• Chapter 24 •

"Climb down that window and run like hell's after you. Don't stop for anything,"
-Y/n

*(Warning: description of butchered bodies and paling of skin.)*
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The two crept silently around the back, their bare feet barely making a sound on the cold and crunchy grass . The dim backlights cast eerie shadows on the walls as they made their back into the building and up the stairs, each step taken with a mix of caution and urgency.

Distant murmur of voices reached their ears, growing louder with each step. Y/n's heart pounded in her chest, but she kept her grip tight on Michael's hand drawing strength from the warmth of his touch.

"Let's follow that noise," Y/n whispered, her voice so soft that it barely registered above the quiet creaks of the old house.

The two moved in sync, their bodies pressed close as they navigated the narrow dimly lit hallway. The smell of old wood and something far more sinister filled the air, making Y/n's stomach churn.

They reached a door at the end of the hall, the sounds now clear and unmistakable. Voices they recognized though it was impossible to tell how many people were inside.

Y/n pressed her ear against the door, her breath catching as she tried to discern the conversation inside. "It's locked," she murmured, pulling back slightly. Her mind raced. They needed to get in, but they couldn't risk making noise.

She let go of Michael's hand, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. With nimble fingers, she plucked a single strand of her hair and straightened it against her thigh, smoothing it out with practiced precision. "Hold on," she whispered, glancing at Michael. "I've got a way in."

Michael watched, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and anxiety as Y/n carefully slid the hair strands under the door. She guided it slowly, her fingers deftly working to maneuver the makeshift lockpick. "Hey anyone, if you can hear me, take the other side of the strand and match my movements," Y/n whispered, hoping the message would reach her friend on the other side.

The seconds dragged on, the tension between them growing thicker with every passing moment. Michael's eyes darted nervously down the hallway, his impatience bubbling to the surface. "Y/n, hurry up. Someone might come down this hall," he urged, his voice tight.

Y/n didn't respond, her concentration unbroken as she felt the delicate tug from the other side. Someone had picked up the strand, matching her movements perfectly.

She worked quickly but meticulously, guiding the hair through the latch mechanism. Her breath was shallow, her entire world narrowing down to this one task.

The door's latch gave a soft click and she exhaled in relief. She swung the door open in one swift motion, grabbing Michael by the arm and pulling him inside. They shut the door quickly behind them, hearts pounding in unison.