The rest of my day at school went kind of well surprisingly. Andrew didn't pick on me for the rest of the day and I didn't kill anyone so that's a small victory for me. After I had left the office, Angela and I figured out how we're gonna do our project and I almost jumped for joy! She gave me her number to call her so we could talk about it over the phone; and plus I could talk to her all the time!

Anyway, Ashton and I were watching a movie since it was a Friday night and we could stay up late. We were watching The Iron Giant and we both just lied on the couch wrapped in blankets staring into the tv.

We got to the part where that boy Hogarth was going into his woods to find what ever ate his tv antenna only to discover the Iron Giant until I felt a vibration in my pocket. It was the same number that texted me earlier at school. Now I was starting to get irritated.

"Come outside."

I came to the conclusion that they didn't have the wrong number so I decided to reply and get to the bottom of this.

"Who is this??"

I didn't get an answer right away so I ignored it. Then the creepiest thing happened when the same number texted me again a few minutes later. The response was:

" I can see you. Get outside now."

My heart skipped a beat and I suddenly had fear rushing through my adrenaline and my mind as soon as I read that. I manned up and decided to go outside and beat the shit out of who ever was messaging me creepy things and for scaring the fuck out of me; and I plan to smash that damn phone too.

"I'll be right back, Ash."
"Where you going?"
"Outside real quick. I think I heard Stirfry scratching at the door."
"Stirfry's right here." He pointed at our cat who was loafing on top of our couch we were laying on. I felt a little dumb.

"Well I heard something. I'm gonna go check it out."
"Okay Scooby Doo." He joked. "Don't die."
"No promises." I said.

I turned on our porch light and I went outside by the little projects and junk my dad has been making for us. I wouldn't be terribly surprised if I saw someone trying to steal our junk. People do that to us all the time. I investigated around that area for a few minutes to meet who ever was out there and didn't see anyone. I sent a text message back to settle this once and for all.

"Listen, I don't know who you are, but you have the wrong number. Please lose this number."

The response back was almost immediate.

"No, I don't have the wrong number. I know who I'm talking to. I know who you are."

"Then who is this?"

As soon as I sent this, I felt like someone was standing tall behind me. I turned my head slowly behind me and I was just about to scream until a hand slapped over my mouth.