I went to bed with the threat hanging all over my head, aside from the locker incident earlier today there haven't been any other messages .
Lyn had kept insisting I tell her the truth...
I didn't.
I couldn't, she left after that but I assume she was mad at me.
Every time I close my eyes, images of the lifeless doll ...the red paints kept replaying in my head...
I couldn't sleep....not like this...
I froze when my cellphone binged, I shuddered with terror when I saw it was from the same unknown number .
My fingers trembled as I read through the message, I should probably ignore them, but I couldn't for some unknown reason .
"your blood would feel nice under my knife b***h, I'm watching you;"
Oh god!
At the same time I heard a noise, it was coming
