Stacey
My parents’ car pulled into the familiar driveway, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of nostalgia as I stepped through the front door and into my childhood home. My old room was exactly how I remembered it - the same posters on the walls, the same stuffed animals on the bed. I hadn’t told them about the messages or how Gretchen had been acting. Suffice to say, it gave me the creeps.
I had brought her with me for moral support, but my little fur ball was having none of it. Although she did just wait outside my bedroom patiently, guarding me with her big brown eyes and wagging tail. I guess that is nice of her.
Megan was on her way over, ready to help me prepare for the big day. I bit my lip nervously as I debated whether or not to tell her what might happen today. I didn’t want to make her anxious, but she had a right to know. I took a deep breath and shook my head, reminding myself that we had gone through extensive security training for this moment. We were prepared, and ev
