Dara went inside the comfort room in between classes as she felt really sleepy and decided to wash her face to help her stay awake.   Upon reaching the comfort room, she went directly to the sink and opened the faucet. She started washing her face. Then she heard the door closed and locked.   "Is anyone there?" Dara called out as she reached for her handkerchief and dried her face. She went to the door and tried opening it. But it won't. The lock of the doorknob was inside but she can't unlock it. The lights started blinking on and off and panic washed over Dara.   "Please help me!" She started hitting the door loudly but no one answered her back. Dara continued this until she felt her hands hurt badly. When she unconsciously looked into the mirror, she saw from her reflection, behind her was the man who she feared the most. Her eyes went wide and she felt her knees weakened. The lights went out totally but she can still perfectly see him thru the mirror. "Please stop this..." She pleaded. His eyes were red and his gaze never left Dara. She started crying and tremble in fear; as the man started his piercing laughs.   "I won't let you go." He roared.   "Why are you doing this?" She said in between sobs. Dara mustered all her courage up to ask that even though she was really afraid. The man smirked at her. She saw from her reflection that the guy started to caress her face but she can't feel it. Nevertheless, she was planted in place not removing her stare from the guy. "Who are you?" Another roaring laugh was heard and she tried her best not to totally feel afraid as she has no one right now. She knows she must face it alone. Dara wiped her tears and turned her head to see if he really was there. But she saw no one. She looked back to the mirror but the man wasn't there anymore. Dara tried opening the door again but it was still locked. So she anticipated what's to come.   Dara heard one of the cubicle door opened and her heart started to beat fast. The lights started to flicker again but she can't look behind her as she felt really afraid.   "Stop! Please stop! Someone help me! Open the door!" She heard another laughter again but this time it wasn't from him. It sounded like a mix of a young girl's and a man's. Dara started hitting the door again. She can hear footsteps getting closer. Afraid of what she may see, she shut her eyes tight.   Then Dara felt someone tapped her shoulder. When she opened her eyes, she was back in the classroom and Bom was looking at her. Her expression showed much concern and Dara started sitting up straight.   'Was that a dream?!'   "Are you okay?" Bom asked. She pulled her handkerchief from her skirt and wiped Dara's sweat. Dara looked at her and then scanned the classroom. Their Professor wasn't there anymore.   "Class ended already?"   "Yes. I heard you, Darong. You were crying. Why? Good thing you were quietly sobbing so the Prof. didn't hear you. Are you okay?" Bom gave her hanky to Dara so she can continue wiping herself.   "Thank you, Bommie. Did I go to the comfort room earlier?" Bom gave her a confused look at first and then nodded.   "Yeah, you did. But when you came back, you acted weird."   "Weird?"   "Hmm. You were looking but you weren't seeing at all. When you came back, I tried whispering to you that Suho was also sleeping, his mouth hanging open. But you didn't reply. You just stared back at me and sent me chills. Brrrr. That was creepy, Dara. What happened?" She sighed.   "I don't know too. I had