The voice on the other end of the phone said, "you know who this is. You think that just because you were her boyfriend you can do whatever you wanted to with her? I'm her brother, and I can do anything I want to you. I saw that your parents just left. I'm going to give them an hour. If they are not back by then, you're dead. I already have the gun loaded, and I am going to savor every moment of destroying you." I hung up the phone. I never should have told my friends anything. These people at school knew about Heather's disappearance before the police did. I should have just called the cops when I got home and directed them toward Havenbrook.

I'm only seventeen. Maybe I'm asking too much of myself. I walked over to the curtain and looked outside. Heather's brother sat in a 1982 Chevy Cavalier. The car is blue and hardly drives anymore. He dropped Heather off every now and again, but tonight, he's not here for any other reason than to kill me. I pulled away from the curtains and my mind felt heavy. I wish her brother had not bothered with that car phone. It was a wonderful convenience at one point in time, but now, it's just ugh.

I don't know how to get these people to understand that I miss Heather, too. Yeah, he was her brother, but we were coming up on our six-month anniversary. I've never had a relationship that long and neither has she. Two weeks from now would be our six-months. Just two. If we were going this strong at six-months, I know we could last for at least a year, maybe longer. I've wondered if maybe she's my soulmate, but now I think I'm bordering on delusional fantasy. Either way, I'm suffering through this more than anyone. There are things I know that people refuse to believe.

Maybe that's why I returned to Havenbrook and brought the radio home. If I could free her, she could tell people what happened, and they would believe her. I would be free from their accusing eyes and dismissive tone. I could return to the football team and reclaim my spot as a defensive back. But, I cannot do that with this taint on my reputation. I could have Heather back and we could pick up where we left off. We could plan for prom in the spring and see more scary movies.

I miss her so much, and all I want is for her to come back. Now that I have the radio, I think I can make things right. The thing is, I believe this radio has to be played in the middle of the day under direct sunlight. The reason I think that is because under the moonlight the radio does, well, it does — the reason why we're in this situation is because I played it in the moonlight. The radio played fine until we went to the basketball court. That's when everything went bad, but it was dark in there. So, maybe it wasn't because of the moonlight, maybe something else? Maybe it was the darkness and plethora of shadows?

Either way, playing it under the sunlight might break the prison that keeps Heather. Or it might play like a regular old radio. I plan on returning to the asylum tomorrow afternoon when the sun is highest and play the radio. But there are so many details about that night that I can't explain. The power source of the radio, the Wallwalkers, the connection between the two, and why would they need Heather? Why take her?

Why her? Why not me? Those hideous things focused solely on her. It's not as though they ignored my presence, because they didn't, but they were animals on a blood trail. They groped through the asylum. And spread themselves across the walls in search of her. They did not relent until they took her. Whatever they were, they moved without a sound until they became something else entirely. I am searching in vain for words that I could use to describe them. Once they ensnared her — no. I cannot. I cannot speak of it. What they did to her and how she screamed. I will not relive that moment, not yet. I return to my bedroom and examine the bolt cutters on my dresser. I glance at the radio sitting in the plastic tub, and then I sit at the edge of my bed.

I open my closet and remove a duffle bag. Once it is spread open, I place the bolt cutters into the bag, and rest the radio beside it. I also threw in a pack of gauze and a lighter. There are a few shoelaces in the bag. Yes, I will need them. I double checked that I had the back battery cover and rubbed my cheeks. Before I embark on this journey tomorrow, I must remind myself of the things I've seen. I must. There are hideous creatures stalking me, waiting for me to play this radio. I think it unwise to turn this radio on and not be prepared.

There were small knives in the kitchen. I grabbed them and wrapped them up. Once their ends were concealed by paper towels, I put them in the bag. I am pretty sure those things can be killed, but I'm not too sure. Never killed one before. I examine the contents of the duffle bag and cannot think of much else to add. I have weapons, bolt cutters, the radio, and oh yeah. I need food. I return to the kitchen and pack some food. Mom and dad will be gone for the weekend, and I doubt Heather's brother will actually do anything. I am as prepared as I can be for this quest.

I lay down on my bed and looked at the ceiling. Once I power on that radio, those Wallwalkers will come. They will be horrifying, and they will come for me. I know this because I'll be the only person there. Maybe it's best if I remind myself of what happened that night. Perhaps it would be wise to start this story from the beginning, when our date was coming to a close.

The movie was terrific, and I looked into Heather's eyes as we left the auditorium. Her hair was blonde and ran to the top of her shoulders. Dimples, small and precious, surfaced with each smile, and right now, she smiled. Heather scooped my hand in hers and then kissed it. I kissed her on the forehead and together we walked out of the theatre into the warm summer night.

The moon was not quite full yet, and her beauty radiated. She wore a burgundy cardigan, and the necklace I bought her for her birthday. It said I Love You in cursive writing. As the moonlight reflected off her necklace, she glanced at it and then looked into my eyes. My heart faltered as I felt a knot in my throat. She placed my hands on her waist and pulled me into her. I held her in the night and hugged her.

Across the distance, I saw the Havenbrook Asylum. Long since been abandoned for at least a decade. What a wonderful adventure it would be to drop in there for maybe an hour. 

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