You nearly sink to the floor, shaky hands holding a note with handwriting identical to the others. The strange messages have appeared with no pattern. Coming as they please just like the haunting feeling crawling up your spine.

You need to leave. Get out. You-

"Why so scared sweetheart?" You whip your head around only to have your mouth clamped by a stranger.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of hurting you," he mumbles, chuckling.

"Quite the opposite, actually."