I pulled out my phone and called Zane. I was afraid that whoever was here is still nearby. He answered on the first ring. “Hey.”
“I need you to come to my house,” I panicked. “What happened,” he asked. My heart beat erratically in my chest and I took several deep breaths. The handwriting was the same as the one from the very first note with the pictures. I told him what happened and he told me to stay on the phone until he gets there.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I can hear to concern in his voice. “I’m fine, I just need you,” I answered. We stayed on the phone for another ten minutes before he arrived. When he walked through my door, I ran right into his arms, my safe haven. I led him to the wall where the words were written. He narrowed his eyes as confusion crept upon hi
