She Picked Up The iPhone Lying On The Floor And Was Horrified By Its Photo Gallery

Maternal Instincts

The person that had dropped this iPhone obviously needed it back. She put her finger on the home button, causing the phone to come to life. When she stroked the screen, she was amazed to find that it was open. She was grateful for the carelessness of teenagers for once, remembering how she used to be all those years ago. She then went straight into the contacts list and discovered the relevant contact of “Mom.” She gave the woman a call.

Maternal Instincts

One Missed Call

Nothing happened. It seemed like the screen was malfunctioning, as no matter how hard she pressed on the green call circle, there was no response. That was when her own phone rang, giving her a fright as she thought for a second that ‘Mom’ was calling her. She answered the phone nervously, only to hear her best friend’s voice. She asked how her test had gone, just a casual question, nothing startling at all.

One Missed Call

Meeting Up

Amanda chatted happily to her pal while she continued to discuss the madness of the student life with her friend Anna. They talked happily for some time, with plenty of cheery small talk, but Amanda could tell that her friend Anna was leading up to some point. “You busy tonight? There’s a cool club that opened up not too long ago downtown and a few of my friends wanna go. You should come with!”

Meeting Up

Taking Her Valuables

Amanda was a self-confessed introvert that would rather stay indoors with a warm blanket and a captivating book, a stark contrast to her lively pal Anna who had a penchant for landing in hot water. Despite being desperate for a quiet night in, Amanda grinned to herself and agreed to the outing. She was not about to turn her closest pal down. They agreed on a time and place and then Amanda put her phone down. She turned her attention to the mysterious iPhone resting on her couch while feeling deflated. She returned to her motherly quest, looking for her contact information. She was about to call the number before Anna had interrupted her detective work. The ringing tone hung in the air thickly as Amanda waited nervously for someone to answer. It seemed like no one was going to answer when someone’s voice suddenly came through. They sounded worn out…

Taking Her Valuables

Obnoxious

The person answered with an exhausted sounding “Yeah?” Amanda was not about to be put off by the unexpected impatience, but her voice came through nervously regardless. She informed the person on the other side that she had located the phone by her apartment, and that it might be her daughter’s property. All that she wanted was to get it back to her. The line went silent, with just the sound of heavy breathing to fill the awkward gap. The ‘Mom’ finally responded furiously, swearing at Amanda viciously and demanding that she stop trying to ‘prank’ her.

Obnoxious

Vicious Indignance

The woman hung up and Amanda sat there stunned for a while. That was not how she expected her kind gesture to play out. She was perplexed, but did not think too deeply on it, as she was not that invested in any case. She was sure that someone would ring the phone in time and brief her. This would get sorted out, surely. There was some time remaining before she had to start getting glammed up for a big night out with Anna. She picked up her copy of The Good Earth and began munching on chips. She was just starting to get her teeth into the story when a noisy beeping sound alarmed her.

Vicious Indignance

Anonymous Caller

The sound was terrifying, and Amanda’s head swiveled around for its source. She had been so focused on her book that the piercing sound had startled her. She quickly realized that it was the iPhone, which had lit up in an almost ghostlike fashion. The jarring sound was probably the girl’s choice of ringtone. When she picked up the phone, she saw that the Caller ID was set to ‘Restricted.’ She slowly raised the phone to her head and answered.

Anonymous Caller

Disturbing Consequences

Amanda was greeted by a fearsome static. She helplessly asked who was calling, her voice being steadily drowned out by the increasing intensity of the abrasive drone. She was on the verge of throwing the phone when the ‘caller’ put the phone down. What had just happened? Was there some kind of connection or signal error? Amanda could not help but feel that someone was messing with her and had bad intentions.

Disturbing Consequences

Madness Returns

She decided to pass it off as a technical error, but she was nevertheless starting to get irritated with this phone. She returned to her book and enjoyed its company for another few relaxing hours. About an hour prior to her date, she hopped to her closet and vindictively slipped into a shimmering shirt – a piece that Anna had obviously lent her – matching it with a dark pair of booty shorts. She slid her feet into her flats, resenting the fact that high heels were the expected choice, before finishing with some cherry red lipstick. She decided that she looked presentable and then headed for the door. But as her hand reached for the knob, the iPhone blared once more.

Madness Returns

Distressing Call

She slowly approached the terrible beeping sound and her eyes rested on it for a while in fear. She silently swore to herself. This was really starting to get on her nerves, but she decided that she would humor the caller once more in the hopes that she could get this phone to its rightful owner. She was shocked to see that her hand was trembling as she reached for the alarming phone and answered.
“Hello?”

Distressing Call

The Other Side

No one replied. There was complete silence, like the call had never connected in the first place. What kind of terrible data package was this schoolgirl on? She decided that the best way forwards would be to take the damned thing to the police station and allow the professionals to sort this pain in the neck out. As she was about to discard the phone, a voice sounded.
“Can you hear me?”

The Other Side

Fear In Your Ear

She squeaked almost embarrassingly at the sudden sound of someone’s monotonous and patient voice. There was something unnatural about the voice. It sounded almost robotic to Amanda, who put the phone back to her ear delicately to avoid being startled again. She said hello and then hurriedly asked if the person was aware of who the iPhone belonged to. She repeated her story of how she found it, but as she was midway through the telling, the phone hung up once more.

Fear In Your Ear

Leave

Amanda had been a bit spooked by these unnatural interactions, but she was not about to allow this potential prankster to ruin her night. She threw the phone aside and then geared herself up for a long night with her wild best friend. That was when she considered Anna’s talent for untangling social messes like these. Certainly, her chatty friend would be better suited for dealing with uncooperative idiots. She felt a bit relieved and then shut the door behind her as she stepped out into the cool night air.

Leave

Hunky Stranger

To her pleasant surprise, Amanda was having a great time at the club. Not surprisingly, all of Anna’s pals were men, and one of them was her ideal mixture of towering, dark, cocky, and controlling. They struck up instant chemistry, and she was blown away when he snatched her phone away and stole her contact details. He informed her that he would pick her up on Saturday night, and that was that. She felt electricity course through her body as she happily agreed, not that she had much choice in the matter.

Hunky Stranger

Mobile Intruder

The night ended at Anna’s home, where Amanda fell asleep at about 4 AM after much further drinking and chatting. She then woke up the next day and headed back to her apartment at noon. She was grateful that Friday was clear of classes. When she showered the remains of the previous night off and treated herself to her first square meal of the day, that was when her eyes landed on the phone once more. She could not tell why, but the phone unsettled her. She made up her mind – it was time to hand it into the authorities. She grabbed the phone and was stuffing it into her purse when the screen brightened once more.

Mobile Intruder

Unwarranted Text

She looked at the phone and saw a new notification. It was a message with an attachment. She swiped the phone open and saw that the message had been sent by the same anonymous person. Goosebumps spread across her skin as she began trembling. Still, she was desperate to know what the message held within, and so she actioned the attachment. What was inside would shake her to her core.

Unwarranted Text

The Likeness Of Her

Inside the message was a photograph that had been taken of her, one that had been snapped while Amanda was chatting to her crush. The picture had not been taken from a distance either, as it was clear that whoever took it was standing very close. Her hands loosened in shock and the phone fell to the ground. The blood was flowing away from her head as her face blanched.
She could feel her heart thumping like a train engine inside her chest, but luckily her wits did not leave her.

The Likeness Of Her

Who had she offended?

It was now clear that this phone had not landed outside of Amanda’s apartment by chance. This had been placed with the intent that she should find it. This was the only practical explanation. There was no way that the cheap case could have survived an actual drop on the solid curb.Why had this person ensured that Amanda would find the phone? It was probably so that the victimization could begin. But to what end? Amanda did have a police officer for a father, perhaps it was someone that he had arrested in the past? She thought back on his recent and past cases, scouring her memory for some face that made sense. She had always led a modest and private life, never having crossed anyone that she could remember.

Who Had She Offended

Nemesis

She believed that this person, at the very least, knew who she was. The stalker had followed her around the previous night, and had approached her unawares to snap an intimate photo of her and her friend. Worse, the message had been sent just as she had picked her phone up, making her wonder if she was being watched. While a thousand terrifying possibilities raced through her mind, the phone beeped once more.

Nemesis

Who Are You?!

The phone began beeping wildly again with another call. It was the same restricted caller. Megan’s fear turned into fury as she swiped the phone up and began shouting in a forceful voice, “Who the f*** is this? I don’t have time to play your f***ing games. Do you think I’m scared of a s***stain like you?” She was shocked to hear herself cursing like a sailor, but she had been pushed to the edge.

Who Are You

The Machinations Of a Stalker

There was no response to Amanda’s furious torrent.
And then a voice asked, “are you there?” It was the exact same dead voice that had spoken to her previously. The question was followed by the phone hanging up. She had to confess that this was truly unsettling her. Her decision was instantaneous. She hauled her backpack and stuffed it with the essentials, collected her phone and the mysterious phone and dashed for her car. She leaped inside, locked the doors, and gunned the car off as fast as she could. She kept glancing at the rearview mirror as she sped off, ensuring that she was not being tailed.

The Machinations Of A Stalker

Rescue Me

She cruised for several hours, making sure to take each bend that came to her. This gave her time to think of a strategy. The person that was pursuing her, for some twisted reason, was not going to get the better of her. Upon ensuring that the coast was clear, she parked her car and gave Anna a call. She frantically briefed her best friend about her troubles, begging to let her stay over. Anna of course agreed to let her desperate friend stay over, and promised her that she would aid her in identifying the stalker.

Rescue Me

How Does One Begin?

Within twenty minutes, Amanda screeched into her friend’s home. They sat down and Amanda pulled out her phone. This was not something that they could deal with alone. It was clear that they would need plenty of backup if they were going to put this person away. The only lead that they had was the mysterious phone, which was also Amanda’s source of torment. She unlocked the phone and the pair leaned in to peer down into its screen. How were they going to go about this?

How Does One Begin

Senseless Situation

Anna suggested that they look through the pictures on the phone, which Amanda agreed was an excellent start. She pressed the gallery and began swiping through the images.
They began normally, showing the life of a blonde teenage girl with a wide grin and a few pimples remaining from an earlier bout of acne. Going on her appearance, Amanda was reassured that she had correctly guessed the age of the phone’s former owner. What she could not understand, however, was why a teenage girl was committed to ruining her life. How could someone so young be so adept at stalking? There was no way that she could have entered the club, unless she had a foolproof fake ID. There was no sense in any of it.

Senseless Situation

Partner

The friends carried on scrolling through the gallery. It was not long before a young man started featuring in the photographs, with a bedhead and a lethally devilish smile. They felt like they were nearing the truth. With every few pictures or so, the blonde girl’s friends stopped appearing so frequently, and eventually, the cruel-looking boy who they presumed was her boyfriend was the only one with her. The photographs faded to black.

Partner

Freaky Photos

There was nothing to it. The pictures had all turned into inky darkness, no matter how far forwards or backward they swiped. Anna shivered and commented on how strange this was. Amanda kept on scrolling intently, desperate to return to this intimate look into this girl’s life and the controlling boyfriend who seemed to have taken over her life. The blackened and tainted gallery soon exploded as the screen eventually burst with a rainbow of colors.

Freaky Photos

Murder Scene

In this new picture, the teenage girl had returned, only she was not smiling anymore. In fact, she was not even standing, as shew as lying face down on the floor. It seemed like her hair had been dyed red at first, but the ladies quickly realized that her head was soaking in her own blood. Her head had been snapped to one side and her one arm was badly broken at her back. The blood was like a pond surrounding the girl, but that was not the worst part, as her once stunning blue eyes were now grey as she gazed into the abyss, lifeless.

Murder Scene

Stomach-Churning

Anna howled in terror. Amanda launched the phone and dashed for the bathroom and stuck her head down the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably. She pulled herself together, washed her face and hands, and shakily stumbled back to the living room where her friend was curled up on the couch, trembling, her eyes fixed on the phone. It lay there silent and dark, almost innocently. Amanda asked her friend if she was alright, but obviously, she was not.

Stomach Churning

Stumbling Into a Dark Place

Anna gestured that she was alright, turning to her friend to ask her what on Earth they had gotten themselves into. Amanda could not provide the answers that they both desperately needed. Anna filled in the silence by promising that they would discover who this poor girl was, and whether her boyfriend was involved or not. Amanda agreed and cautiously lifted the phone up. It was time to steel herself and continue plumbing the phone’s contents.

Stumbling Into A Dark Place

Murderer

Amanda averted her gaze as she began swishing through the horrifying series of pictures showing the teenager’s murder. She finally came to a black photo once more, followed by a few more, her fear brewing every time that her finger flicked. Finally, she landed on another picture of the smiling boy with the messy hair. Of course, this young man had been their only suspect, that was until this new picture showed him half hanging out of his car’s windshield, his body broken even more disturbingly than his ex-girlfriend. This next horror felt almost dull to the pair, as they stared at his dead body on the car bonnet.

Murderer

Return To The Ordinary

Undeterred, Amanda continued swiping.They soon came to a series of photos containing a new girl, much older than the blonde teenager, who had lengthy dark hair and wrinkles around her eyes. This new person seemed to be around thirty-five. This picture showed her dressed smartly, a selfie that she had taken of herself as she gazed determinedly into the camera, dressed in professional clothing. She seemed to have snapped this selfie for a job admission. They continued and found a picture of her standing next to a man gazing into the camera with that same strong expression. Were they colleagues?

Return To The Ordinary

Endless Nightmare

The gallery returned to its black intermission, which soon gave way to another terrible scene. The dark-haired woman was flat on her back on a dark street, a knife plunged into her gut, her expression wide in a frozen screech. She had the same dead eyes that the blonde teenager had, but it seemed like they had only moments ago been filled with life. It was clear that this face of death had been snapped just as life had left it. And then the darkness returned to the gallery. Was this some endless loop?

Endless Nightmare

The Rhythm

The man that had been in the selfies with the businesswoman soon returned to the new set of pictures, or that was who Amanda thought it was, as he dangled in mid-air, hanged from the ceiling. His stiff back was turned to the camera. Amanda felt her stomach bubble once more.She carried on flicking through the pictures. There was a rhythm to this gallery of horrors, she realized: several black photos would interrupt each series of normal-looking photographs of couples that would always end in scenes of unspeakable death.

The Rhythm

Putting An End To This

Amanda was hypnotized by the pictures, scrolling through them endlessly, when Anna seized the phone roughly.Anna screamed at her best friend, saying that this was not healthy, or productive.
Amanda was overcome by anxiety. While she had initially thought that handing the phone into the police was the best option, it had now dawned on her that this was a bad idea. How had she magically come upon this phone, filled with all its awful killings? She could not find a way to approach the police without shedding the blame off herself.

Putting An End To This

Fatherly Advice

Amanda mutely took her own phone out and called her father. She waited desperately for him to answer, to no avail. All that she could do was explain the situation to his voicemail as calmly and with as much detail as possible. She implored him to approach his partners for help in the investigation, but she did mention the possibility of a twisted prank that had gotten out of hand.

Fatherly Advice

Scouring For Leads

Amanda hung up and closed her eyes. She realized how fast she was breathing and tried to take control of her fluttering lungs and heart. She was slightly relieved knowing that her police officer father was involved, and that he would take care of this. All that she needed to do was take care of herself until he called her back. Everything would be alright! That was when Anna lifted up the phone once more, saying that she was now going to turn their attention to the phone’s contacts. There must have been someone in there that could offer some clarity.

Scouring For Leads

Mounting Terror

Amanda sat with her knees hunched against her face while Anna bravely scrolled through the phone’s contacts. Amanda could not bear to look at the device any longer. Anna soon yelped in excitement for her friend to come and see her new discovery. Amanda glanced at her friend, not wanting to see the phone again. She refused to be a part of this game for another second. Or so she thought, as she found herself asking Anna what she had found.

Mounting Terror

Perplexed

Anna revealed that the entirety of the contacts list comprised of females. Amanda stared back at her friend blankly, unsure of how that was significant. Anna did her best to stay patient with her friend who seemed too shaken to pay much further attention. Anna said, “So, the first girl, the one the phone must have belonged to, she had a boyfriend, right? Why isn’t his number in here?”What did Anna mean by this? Amanda was having a lot of trouble trying to see the sense in what she was saying. Her mind was too worn out from all the trauma that she had witnessed.

Perplexed

A Name

It finally clicked for Amanda as she took the phone from her friend and began scrolling through the contacts list. Anna was right, they were all women. She was nearing the bottom of the list when she saw her number. When she pressed on her contact tab, the name next to her number was not her own: ‘Tina Drescher.’ Amanda’s head snapped up from the phone and she seized Anna’s laptop.

A Name

Searching For Answers

Anna was intensely curious to see Amanda suddenly spring into action. She asked her friend what she was up to. Amanda replied that she was searching for a pattern. She was sure that there was some thread connecting all these women, and the motivation for their horrendous murders. Something caused Tina to lose her life. She just needed to find the sentence to put into the Google search bar that would get her the information that she needed. She thought for a while, punched in some keys, and then hit the first Google article that came up.

Searching For Answers

News Of Her Passing

Amanda’s hands shook as she clicked on the news article “Winona teen found dead on school grounds.” The article was about a young girl called Tina Drescher, whose corpse was discovered on April 6, 2012, close to the Winona Public High School property. Despite the police having been committed to an investigation, they had almost concluded that she had committed suicide. Strangely, her mother commented on how she was completely happy and that this was beyond the realm of possibility.

News Of Her Passing

More Death

Anna then brought the phone near Amanda as she finished reading the article out loud. She told Amanda to give “Emily Tressor” a search. Amanda punched the name and hit the return button. The dark-haired lady in the business suit instantly popped up. Amanda was not about to read through the whole grizzly story again and breezed through it. This woman had been discovered slain by a bar in the middle of the city. However, a new detail was attached to this story.

More Death

Forced Against Her Will

Amanda turned to her friend in complete horror and informed her that this dark-haired woman had been sexually assaulted. Anna could not believe it, but Amanda turned her attention to the description in the article. “That doesn’t make sense.” Anna cried out. “The other girl committed suicide, this girl was raped and then murdered. Where’s the connection?” Was there some added terrible detail in all these cases that all the massacred women in these cases had all shared?

Forced Against Her Will

There Is Something About Tina

Amanda shrugged her shoulders and turned back to the laptop, continuing to search name after name. Beyond Tina, all the articles told the same story. Women were being killed all over town, with clear evidence of sexual assault like bodily fluids and injuries suggesting the same. Amanda was beginning to grow angry as she failed to make sense of the pattern. Why had Tina been spared the full extent of the killer’s modus operandi?

There Is Something About Tina

The Time That Mattered

Anna fell into silence for a few minutes. Perhaps she had not been spared from the same inhuman treatment, she pondered. Amanda turned her head to talk to her friend about her new theory.
Anna asked Amanda to put two and two together. It was clear that this young girl had not taken her own life for anything. Perhaps the killer had committed some atrocity against her, and this had been her response, being unable to continue living after the trauma.

The Time That Mattered

Considering The Males

They were starting to make some progress, when a glaring inconsistency cropped up. There were all these attached males – both boyfriends and friends – that had featured in all the girls’ pictures. These men and boys had all been slaughtered along with their partners, and yet there were only female contacts. Their eyes widened as they considered this strange gap. They knew how the females were dying, but how were the men’s lives being taken? What motives did the killer have for attacking them? Were these men’s lives undeserving of mercy, too?

Considering The Males

Samantha and Anna were trying to clear the grey area up when the mysterious iPhone shone brightly once more in the darkroom.

Answer Me

The phone recommenced with its terrible beeping. Amanda was no stranger to that awful din, but it was becoming increasingly disturbing, as she knew that every time it rang that the sadistic stranger would try to mess her.This time, Anna was there, and she told her friend to switch the call to speaker mode.Amanda breathed in deeply and accepted the call, switching it to speaker mode. Amanda asked who was speaking.

Answer Me

Leave Him Alone

The call began with the usual complete silence. Each second that passed was another bomb dropped on Amanda’s brain. Her voice quavered when she demanded to know what this person wanted. She needed to know why they were so committed to calling her over and over again. Finally, the voice said: “Stay away from him.” And then the phone hung up. That was it, just one ominous and terrifying piece of advice.

Leave Him Alone

Stay Away From Who?

Who could the mystery caller have been telling her to stay well away from? Could it have been Anna’s intense friend that she was developing feelings for? He had been in the picture with her when she received that photo of herself at the club. One thing was for certain, she was in mortal danger, and someone was out to get her and perform unmentionable acts on her body. Just how did this man that she had been so excited to go on a date with, real name Derek, slot into this conspiracy? As Amanda chewed on that, Anna gasped intensely.

Stay Away From Who

Hang On a Minute…

Anna mentioned the photographs again. What new detail had she noticed? Anna brought the phone back into attention, specifically the morbid gallery. The last thing that Amanda wanted to do was turn her attention back to those horrific images of death, but her need to solve this case pushed her on. Anna held up the phone to her face, showing the initial male victim hanging out of his windshield, the second victim dangling from the ceiling, the third victim laying in a pool of blood pouring out of his open wrists, and the last with his head blasted open by a gun.

Hang On A Minute

Connecting The Pieces

Hold on a minute… it was clear that all these deaths had been orchestrated to look like suicides, the girls concluded. They had finally brought the entire bloody web into clear focus. The killer had ensured that every one of his brutal murders had been slain in a way that made it seem as if they had come to the end of their lives, by their own hands. The killer was pushing the men into committing suicide after pushing them to it.

Connecting The Pieces

Saving His Life

The girls remained in stunned silence for a while before Amanda jolted upwards and swept her bag up off the floor.“Wait, Amanda, where are you going?” Anna screamed at her friend. Amanda stopped by the exit. She turned to explain to Anna that she had to inform Derek of the mortal danger that he was in. He was completely oblivious to the unfolding madness, one that he was in the center of.

Saving His Life

Rescuing a Stranger

Samantha hugged her friend. “You can’t come with me, I need you to stay here in case I need a place to crash again.” Amanda was not about to bring her friend into the full chaos of this case. She would happily risk her own life, but she could not live with herself if anything happened to her friend.
She was sure that Anna would try to trail her, and so she dashed out the door without another word. At least Amanda had managed to save Derek’s number, or rather, he had inserted it. She called him as she jumped into her car.

Rescuing A Stranger

Pick Up!

Derek answered quickly with a naughtily teasing ‘hello.’ Despite her frantic state, Amanda could feel herself flustering at the mischievous man’s response. She collected herself quickly and demanded that the two needed to meet up. He seemed to be enjoying the attention as he quipped that she seemed so desperate to see her. Still, he obliged her and invited her over to his apartment. If Derek thought that this was going to be an interesting evening, he had no idea.

Pick Up

Diversion

Amanda paused. As much as she would have loved to spend an intimate night with Derek, they would be sitting ducks at his apartment, seeing as the killer knew where he lived.
She wanted them to meet at a place with plenty of people around Derek laughed. Did she not trust him? He was fine with that. He suggested a restaurant, happy to enjoy a proper date. He told her to meet him at an incredibly luxurious restaurant in the middle of town. She told him that she would see him in twenty minutes.

Diversion

Enough Is Enough

Derek could not hide his happiness as he confirmed. Amanda had been inspired by speaking to this strong-willed gentleman. She could feel herself growing furious. She would no longer allow this psychopath to ruin her life. If he believed that she would fall into his hands so easily, she was about to give him a run for his money. If he wanted to destroy her life, she would take him down to hell with her! She would make sure that there would be no more victims.

Enough Is Enough

Breathing Easy

Amanda still had so many questions burning in her mind. Just who was this person calling her? Did the killer have an accomplice? Were there more people involved? Amanda was pulling into the restaurant parking with her mind racing. Amanda suddenly felt a wave of calm wash over her as she spotted Derek’s fine dark head of hair and bright grin. She was starting to tear up as the beautiful relaxing sensation filled her. She did not want to come on too strongly, but she grabbed him in a full embrace.

Breathing Easy

Spilling The Beans

Derek was nearly bowled over as Amanda grabbed him. His naughty smile turned into a concerned frown as he asked her if she was alright. Amanda was overwhelmed with emotions and could not find the words to explain this crazy situation to Derek. He was incredibly calming, telling her that she was safe with him and that nothing bad was going to happen. Amanda wanted so badly to believe him.

Spilling The Beans

Everything Will Be Fine

Following this dramatic exchange, Derek almost carried Amanda to their private booth at the restaurant’s back. She then began rapidly describing the entire story to him. The whole time, he heard her out quietly with a still expression. She ended the tale of woe with the theory that she had in mind. Amanda revealed to Derek that the reason why she had come to him that night was that she believed that they were both in terrible danger. Derek’s hand took Amanda’s. His eyes locked with hers as he began speaking.

Everything Will Be Fine

Frozen In Place

“Listen to me. I won’t let this guy come near you, ok? Everything is going to be fine.” Amanda nodded, the terrified tears turning into thankful relief. For the first time in a while, she felt protected. The sun had set as they departed the restaurant. Derek wanted Amanda to stay at his place that night, but she said no, hesitant to put him in the line of fire. Further, she had Anna to care for too. She suddenly realized that Anna could have been attacked as she left. She had to ensure that her best friend was safe. She called Anna, who said that she was okay, but would have preferred it Amanda hurried to her place. Derek was ushering Amanda to her car when the man froze in place.

Frozen In Place

The Killer Makes An Appearance

Amanda nervously asked Derek what the matter was. Derek scanned the area, seized Amanda roughly by the arm, and then whispered that he believed that the killer had appeared. His grip was so tight that Amanda nearly cried out. Derek told her to come with her. The two bolted down the dark street, Amanda being pulled along by Derek’s fierce strength. When they were about to run into a wall, Derek snapped right and the two slipped within an alleyway.

The Killer Makes An Appearance

An Evening Of Horror

Amanda panted against the alleyway wall as Derek peered around its corner to survey the area. He sighed in relief as he assured her that they had lost him. Amanda was bent over, breathing heavily, sweat pouring down her face, but she felt safe under Derek’s protection. She pulled herself together and stood up straight, turning to look at Derek, who had been watching her the whole time. There was something off. Derek’s easygoing smile had shifted into something sadistic.

An Evening Of Horror

The Killer’s Deal

“You’re worried about your stalker, huh? This freak that murders these girls…here’s an idea! Maybe if I do his job for him, he’ll leave you alone! How about that?”Amanda was at a loss for words. The man that she had trusted her life with had now turned sinister, seeming to take pleasure in this mindless pursuit. Just what was he suggesting? Amanda stuttered as she asked him what he meant.

The Killers Deal

Your Life, For Mine

Derek advanced towards Amanda, who retreated. An animal-like cackle came out of his twisted mouth. He asked her if she knew why he had led her into the alleyway. It was because it was a dead end. He could not believe that she had been silly enough to trust him when he had informed her that the killer was after them. Was she that crazy? Amanda stumbled into the wall that marked the alleyway’s conclusion. She could feel her throat swelling up. It was abundantly clear that she had just signed her own death sentence. She tried to move her body, but she was petrified. Sweat soaked through her clothes as she began trembling. This was it.

Your Life For Mine

You Are Finished

Derek’s hands moved to the hem of his pants as he began undoing them. He told her how fortunate she was to have been graced with his presence, and that although he did not normally target insane women, this was an exception that he was happy to make. Amanda suddenly snapped out her rabbit-like terror. Panic took over her body. As Derek was finishing with his wardrobe adjustment, she slammed a knee into his ‘weapon.’

You Are Finished

Survive!

Derek roared furiously as he reached down for his crown jewels. Amanda bolted to his right, but he was too quick, seizing her by the arm with unnatural strength. His fingernails dug into her flesh painfully. Derek was screaming in her face, promising Amanda that she would suffer for that. Amanda tried to break free of his grip, but Derek’s free hand seized her long hair and slammed her head backward. She swung her arm back up at his face, scratching him full in the face. The blood poured into her fingernails as Derek wailed. The monster let go of her arm, but his hair was still stuck in his other hand, his now empty hand seizing a knife out of his pants.It seemed like time had stopped working.

Survive

Guardian Angel

The two suddenly stopped struggling, aware that a new presence had appeared through all their violence. Derek looked behind him, as did Amanda. There she was. The young blonde girl that had been the first spotted victim in the phone’s gallery was standing there. She was slim, her cold, hard eyes burning into them. She kept her gaze aloft towards Amanda before snapping to Derek. In an instant, the girl vanished.

Guardian Angel

Unexplainable

Derek began screaming in pure terror, releasing Amanda, as it seemed like his mind was being torn to pieces. He crept backward, flattening at the alleyway wall.
The strange girl had vanished from Amanda’s sight, but it was clear that Derek could still see her clearly, and whatever he saw was destroying him,
Derek seized his bloody eyes. Amanda wondered how he could still see anything after she had almost clawed his eyes out. He simply remained pressed against the wall, wailing constantly in terror.

Unexplainable

Wild

Derek suddenly unfroze and fled from the alleyway, leaving Amanda standing alone in the gloom.She remained there for some time all by herself, her breath labored, her entire frame shaking like a flag in the wind. And then the phone went off again. Amanda took it out and saw that something was calling her. She silently answered. There was Tina’s voice, speaking to her from what seemed like the other side.

Wild

Ring The Police

The voice was almost reprimanding, reinforming Amanda that she should have kept well away from Derek. Despite having informed the police that Derek had attacked her, this turned out to be an unnecessary effort. Derek was discovered in a few days seated dead in his car, which was swimming with poisonous gas. This was merely listed as one more suicide to fill the ominous phone’s gallery. Amanda numbly pondered just what she had experienced, and what had pushed Derek to madness.

Ring The Police

Clarity

Amanda finally knew that she had been completely delusional regarding the phone’s purpose and that of Tina. She was assured that she had realized Tina’s fatal motives, as well as what caused her boyfriend to follow in her stead not long after. Just why woman after woman had been presented with the phone, and had unleashed the same nightmare. Tina was not trying to destroy these ladies, rather, she was a guardian angel.

Clarity