Angel's P.O.V

It's already past midnight, Mack hasn't returned to our hotel room yet. I've tried calling her phone, but she never answers.

I've asked the hotel staff, but none of them have seen her go out. They're checking the security footage right now.

The police might get involved if something really serious had happened to her.

I couldn't help it, I tried calling her one more time, hoping she would say something this time.

It rung for a very long time until someone answered the call, but I couldn't hear anything except for wind.

"Mack?" I said, hoping for a response as my voice started to crack.

I could hear giggling on the other line, and it hung up as soon as I did. It didn't sound like Mack, it sounded like a young child since it was too high pitched.

I called her number again and it was answered once more. I could hear heavy breathing this time.

"Mack, are you there?!" I yelled, hoping for someone to answer; anyone to answer. Tears started sliding down my face, and I was having a hard time breathing.

"Mack, if this is a prank-"

"Stop."

It stopped the call again.

It wasn't Mack, that's for sure, what happened to her? Where is she? I had more questions than I had answers.

I don't know what to do now.

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Hey guys, I have a sprained ankle, so I might not be able to update as much :'(