It all started with a message. A message from a recently made instagram account and out of your own self control you opened the message only to be greeted with a photo of you in your bed that was taken out of your window a couple nights ago. The only way you could figure out the date if the photo was from the pajamas. You quickly blocked the account and closed your curtains and went and locked your doors and windows.

4:16 AM user9629639638525185

• your not really good at being quiet are you.

the message showed up on your phone while you slept…but since you were asleep you didn’t respond resorting in the person to start to spam you

4:18 AM user9629639638525185 -you would look pretty covered in rope. -you look so tired -wake up. -I know you hear your phone dinging -I fucking hate you -wake up -god your such a fucking whore -I’m gonna slit your throat just like the others. • • • -but I’m gonna play with you first.

Then you heard a loud bang in the kitchen making you shoot up and scramble to gain consciousness and control of your drowsy body. You got up and grabbed a self defense weapon which ended up being a candle stick holder which was sharp and metal before slowly opening your door and looking down the hallway and seeing nothing…you slowly went down into the kitchen.