I hadn't told anyone about the note, and yet the person outside my door knew about it anyway. How? I stared at the locked door, afraid to even breathe, my mind scrambling for an explanation that made sense.
"Who are you? How do you know about the note?" Silence answered me. I took a step backward, my eyes still fixed on the handle, and then the voice came again.
"You shouldn't have asked about five." My fingers clenched around the edge of the blanket, my whole body going tight. "What happened when I was five? Tell me." I would've preferred an answer, but I got nothing. I glanced at the door handle — it hadn't moved. Whoever was out there wasn't trying to get in. They wanted me frightened, and judging by the way my hands shook, they had succeeded.
"Did you know me when I was five?" A lon
