I'm feeling scared. Dominic and I just returned from the party, and Jumi insisted on accompanying Mrs. Miller home. Glancing at my phone, I read the text message in bold, scattered capital and lowercase letters:
“DoN't ThInK yoU CaN ruN aWAy FRom Us. We kNow wHERe to FInd YoU."
I didn't even have time to cringe at the way the text was written; my attention was drawn to the last paragraph. The mention of "Us" implies that it's not a single person behind this. Perhaps there's an accomplice or an instigator involved.
I scrolled through my contact list and dialed Sarah's number. After three rings, she answered.
“Hey, how are you?" I asked.
“Hey, Samantha. I'm good. Did you receive another text?" Sarah replied.
“Yeah, I did. Did you get one too?" I inquired.
“Mmh, mine was also written i
