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The Third Message “You have 3 messages.” That’s what I read on the screen of my phone when I flipped it open. It was the coldest Friday I’ve ever witnessed. It was April fool’s Day and it was snowing. How could it snow on one of the greatest days of the year? Well, by the way, my name is KC and this is my story. It was three 0’ clock and I was on my way to my dorm when I decided to check my messages. When I opened it up I read, “You have 3 messages.” on the screen. The first two messages were from my mother. When I began to get ready to open my third message I froze. I was at the door of my dorm when I saw it. Yes, I saw it. Then, I saw the bloody handprints oozing down my door. Then, I saw that my door was cracked. “Who could be inside? I only shared a room with my girl but she doesn’t get back until five. Was she off? Was she expecting someone? Was she seeing someone else? I hope not. Hopefully she was at work.” I whispered to myself. I took a deep breath and a step through the door. Then I saw it? What was it I saw? I saw blood. I saw the blood that was on the door. There was blood on the walls. The blood on our beds. The blood on the floor. Then, then I saw it. I saw a blood stain as big as a human body right in the middle of our floor, followed by drag marks, made by blood, leading to the bathroom. I followed the drag marks to the bathroom, took a deep breath, and then I walked in. “OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOT HER! NOT ISABELLA!” She was in the bathtub with a huge gash on the side of her head. I dropped to my knees with my head in my hands, and I began to brawl. I brawled like no man should ever have to brawl in his life. I lifted my head and crawled to her side and began to stroke her hair. “WHY! WHY’D IT HAVE TO BE HER?!” I stood up and screamed holding my head up high. Then I saw the message. The message on the mirror. The message written in red on the mirror. The message written in her blood on the mirror. The message said, “Check your third message!” So that what I did, I checked the message that read, ”YOU’RE NEXT!” then I threw my phone down in astonishment. I looked like someone in the middle of a seizure. “Who are you? How’d you get my number?” I screamed. “Let’s take five.” the director screamed, “You’re doing awesome out there Danny you’re really killing it!”
kalista added this comment 2010-10-25 13:14:28-05:00
oh my sock was getting freaked then the last few lines came from no where and i was like whooo thank goodness... lol great story =D
sexyisback added this comment 2010-10-26 13:01:42-05:00
cool:)
bookie2 added this comment 2010-10-26 08:09:37-05:00
thanx
kalista added this comment 2010-10-25 13:14:28-05:00
oh my sock was getting freaked then the last few lines came from no where and i was like whooo thank goodness... lol great story =D
sexyisback added this comment 2010-10-26 13:01:42-05:00
cool:)
bookie2 added this comment 2010-10-26 08:09:37-05:00
thanx