OMG I was Reborn in a Werewolf System after being tormented

Chapter 12 warning in blood

"I know you're watching me. Stop it!"

The desperate whisper echoed through the empty hallway, but there was no answer. Jessica's hands trembled as she clutched her books tightly against her chest. Her eyes darted around, scanning every shadow, every flickering light. Something was wrong. Ever since Emily vanished, things had started to feel... off.

"Who's there?!" she demanded, her voice cracking.

No answer. Just silence. Thick, suffocating silence.

Jessica swallowed hard and quickened her pace, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. She wasn't imagining it. She knew she wasn't. Someone was watching. Someone was following her.

A locker door slammed shut behind her.

Jessica yelped, spinning around, but the hallway was empty. Her breath hitched. The air felt colder. The shadows stretched unnaturally long. She turned back around—

A message was smeared on her locker door in thick, red letters.

**"YOU'RE NEXT."**

Her heart stopped. The books slipped from her hands, crashing onto the floor.

"No... no, this isn't real..." she whispered, stepping back.

A chilling giggle echoed down the hall. Slow. Mocking. Familiar.

Jessica's breath came out in sharp, panicked gasps. She turned and ran, her feet pounding against the floor as she fled. But no matter how fast she moved, she could still feel it. The presence. The unseen eyes watching. The shadows shifting.

She burst into the girls' bathroom, locking the stall behind her. She sank onto the toilet seat, pressing her hands against her ears.

"It's not real. It's not real. It's not—"

"Jessica."

A voice.

Whispered. Right outside the stall.

She froze. Her pulse roared in her ears. Her fingers gripped the sides of the toilet, her knuckles turning white.

"Jessica..." The voice was closer now, almost inside the stall with her.

She squeezed her eyes shut. "No. No, no, no..."

A single breath caressed the back of her neck.

Jessica screamed.

She shoved the stall door open and bolted. Her mind barely registered the other students in the hallway as she stumbled forward, her breath ragged, her face pale.

Amelia watched from the shadows, lips curling into a smirk.

"She's cracking already," the system whispered in her head. "Her fear level is rising. Keep going."

Amelia didn't need the system to tell her that. She could see it in Jessica's eyes—wild, frantic, desperate. The same way her own eyes used to look before she changed. Before she became something more.

"What are you going to do next?" the system asked, its robotic voice calm.

Amelia tilted her head, watching Jessica scramble to pick up her books, hands shaking. "Just enough to make her break."

That night, Jessica sat in her dorm room, staring at the wall. The air conditioner was off, but she was freezing. Her blankets wrapped around her didn't help. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed darker than usual. And the whispers... they hadn't stopped.

Soft. Almost like a child's laughter.

**Was it inside the room?**

Jessica whimpered, curling into a ball.

*Knock, knock.*

The sudden knock at her window sent her scrambling to her feet. She turned slowly, hands trembling as she approached. The glass was foggy, but she could see the outline of a handprint. Fresh. Red.

She let out a choked sob. "No. No, please—"

Her phone buzzed on her desk.

A text message.

**"Did you like my warning?"**

Jessica dropped the phone as if it had burned her. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the floor, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants.

Amelia watched from the rooftop across the dorms, eyes glowing in the night.

"Fear Level Increased."

She grinned. **[Skill Unlocked: Phantom Presence.]**

The hunt had only just begun.

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"Jessica didn't come to class today."

Whispers floated around the school halls the next morning.

"She looked awful yesterday. Like she hadn't slept in days."

"Maybe she's sick?"

Amelia leaned against her locker, listening. **No, she's not sick. She's breaking.**

She turned her head slightly and caught a pair of sharp, observing eyes watching her. The boy from before. The one who had started paying attention.

He smirked when she met his gaze. "You're different, Amelia. I see it."

Amelia's smile didn't reach her eyes. "Do you?"

His gaze darkened with intrigue. "Oh, yes. And I like it."

She chuckled softly and leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for only him to hear.

"Then watch closely. The fun is just beginning."

"No... no... it's happening again. I can feel it. She's watching. She's always watching!"

Paige's voice was hoarse, trembling with exhaustion. Her hands clutched her head as she rocked back and forth on the floor of her dorm room. The lights were on, but shadows danced in the corners, stretching unnaturally long. Her breathing was shallow, erratic. She hadn't slept in days.

"Paige, get up. You're being paranoid," Jenna snapped, arms crossed, trying to mask the growing fear in her eyes.

"No! You don't understand! You didn't see her face that night. The way she looked at me! She—" Paige's voice choked off into a sob.

Jenna rolled her eyes, but her fingers trembled. "You sound insane. You think Amelia did something? She's just some weak little freak."

Paige laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Weak? You still believe that? Then why is Kayla gone? Why does it feel like I'm next?"

Jenna's jaw clenched. "Kayla left because she's a coward. She couldn't handle a little scare. But we? We are stronger than that."

Paige shook her head violently. "No. No, no, no. She didn't leave. She ran. There's a difference. And I should too."

Jenna grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her. "Snap out of it! You think Amelia has magic powers? That she's some kind of demon? You're letting fear eat you alive!"

A sudden knock on the door made Paige scream. She scrambled back, her breath ragged. Jenna flinched but quickly masked it with a scowl.

"Who's there?" Jenna demanded, stepping toward the door.

Silence.

Another knock. Slow. Measured.

Paige whimpered, curling into herself. "Don't open it. Don't. Please."

Jenna inhaled sharply before yanking the door open.

Nothing.

The hallway was empty.

But something was off. The air felt thick, suffocating. A faint whisper, like the rustling of fabric, slid through the silence. Jenna swallowed hard, stepping back inside. She slammed the door shut, locking it.

Paige was sobbing now. "She's playing with us. She's making me lose my mind."

Jenna rubbed her arms, trying to shake off the unease creeping up her spine. "You're imagining things. Just... get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning."

"Morning won't come. Not for me."

Jenna's patience snapped. "Enough! You're acting like a child! If you're so scared, why don't you just leave?"

Paige's tear-streaked face lifted slowly. "Because she won't let me."

Jenna froze. "What do you mean?"

A sudden buzz from Paige's phone made them both jump. With shaking hands, Paige picked it up. One new message. No name. No number.

[Sweet dreams, Paige.]

The phone slipped from her grasp. A guttural scream tore from her throat as she scrambled to the farthest corner of the room.

Jenna picked up the phone, her face paling as she read the message. "This… this has to be a prank. Someone's messing with you."

Paige laughed hysterically. "A prank? You still think this is a joke?! You think Kayla ran away over a prank?!"

Jenna didn't respond. Her fingers tightened around the phone. "Then what do you want to do? Call the cops? Tell them what? That the quiet little nerd girl is haunting you through text?"

Paige's breath hitched. "She doesn't have to do anything. She just has to wait. Wait until I break."

Jenna exhaled sharply. "Fine. Then prove her wrong. Don't break."

Paige's eyes, wide and bloodshot, locked onto Jenna's. "Too late."

Outside, in the shadows beyond the window, Amelia smiled.

"One by one, they fall."