We all looked up at each other. Michelle’s face went pale and Kylie was scared. “Who do you think sent this?” asked Kylie. “It’s probably just someone trying to scare us. Don’t stress out,” I said. Another instant message popped up onto the screen. “Maybe you should stress out,” the message said. “Okay, now I’m scared. Is he in the house?” asked Michelle. “No. The microphone built into my laptop must have transmitted my voice to this creep’s computer,” I replied. “Good, because I have been needing to go to the bathroom really bad,” said Michelle.
She left the room and Kylie and I turned off our laptops. We were talking about all the cute guys at school for an hour and a half before we noticed Michelle didn’t come back. “Let me check on Michelle. She has been in the bathroom for a while,” Kylie said. So I sat there for a while, waiting for my best friends to come back. When it had been five minutes, I left the room to see what was taking them so long. I ran down the stairs two at a time, and turned to the bathroom door. I opened the door, and what I had seen before was eyes were so horrifying. Michelle and Kylie had been slaughtered with a knife, their throats cut and blood oozing down their t-shirts.
My body was frozen. My mind wanted me to run as fast as I could out of this house where the killer couldn’t get me but my body wouldn’t cooperate. But in a short while, I forced myself to make a run for the door. As soon as I was about to reach the door, an