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Bukky’s Pov Bukky stared at her computer screen, reading a threatening message that had appeared in her inbox. The message, written in stark capital letters, bore a chilling command: "STOP TALKING IF YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE." The sender's email address was listed as kiilla@g***l.com. Fear gripped her as she pondered why anyone would send her such a menacing message.

It was something that could make me scared, and it's definitely something that the wolf world should be worried about. “Allison, I have to read the message myself to be sure he didn't state any reason why he wants to meet.” I said, and she passed a tablet to me. They had sent the message in form of a ghost mail. It's a very common way of sending messages, making sure the sender can't be traced, no matter how good the hacker is. I read through the mail about four times before we arrived at the pack house, but there was nothing stating why he wants to meet.

“Have you heard the story of the undead? A soul wandering on earth finding its path to truth, then you know I have something more in store,” The messages were confusing, one second they sounded like threats and the next, like a line drawn out of a novel, waiting for me to decipher them. I looked around the room, wondering who it was that enjoyed toying with me. I could send this message to Daren to help uncover the criminal, but each time, the number disappears and so does the message. All I had were haunting words stuck in my brain. I wasn’t familiar with the story they talked about, but I knew snippets of it. The man had been watched all his life, tormented for an act he had done when he w

I was so tired that I slept off without waiting for Richard to explain how can I know the sender of the anonymous message. I had a lot on my mind. As I headed to the kitchen to get him a cup of water, my mind was elsewhere. But when I moved to the bathroom, I saw something that made my blood run cold. Scrawled on the mirror was a message that made me scream and tremble with fear. The message scrawled on the mirror in blood read, "I'm back." A chill ran down my spine as I recalled the last time I'd seen a similar message - "I will be back" - after my mom's death.

We were all laughing and sharing embarrassing childhood stories as we got out of the car when we spotted a huge banner on the main door that made us all stop dead in our tracks, losing our smiles in the flash of an eye. Scarlett seemed the most terrified by the words written in blood, she clung to the pillar and her eyes went dead with darkness as we all read the threat staring back at us. I’m coming for her, boys. Sooner than you think, and nothing, I mean NOTHING, in this mother fucking world can save her from me. See you soon, losers. —L

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

“Why are they just telling us that? I… What if Sarah had been in danger? Are they… You know what. I just received something and…” As those intense words left me, I turned one of the pictures to the back. At first, I didn’t pay attention to it. Then, it struck me. Just like last time, there was a message written in wet blood. Amir’s voice was still running in the background as I read the message which gorily said ‘Amaya die becus of u Sarah. U re next.’ Fear, or maybe it was nausea, or both, soared in my soul. That caused my hands to tremble. My phone and the pictures fell to the ground, and while clenching and unclenching my fingers to control the tremor, the terrible ringing in my ear retur

Messages had been her terror when the threatening messages began to flood her phone. And after she was released, she was terrified that something bad would happen again, but she still needed to know what was going on, so she opened the message hesitantly, and she quickly regretted it. [I promised you a goodbye gift. One that would make you remember me even after you died and became a ghost. Leave your children alone and go somewhere private to click on the link. If you don’t, I will find out and the repercussions will be severe. I might as well just tell your kids about your dark side.]

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

" She stared at me like a predator, closing in step by step. Just then, a commotion erupted outside the door. I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Help! Someone's trying to kill us!" The door was slammed open. Police and reporters rushed in. Vera stared at me in disbelief. "You actually called the police?!"