Dead Phones Shouldn't Reply

Chapter 6 // Dismay

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Chapter 6
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"What an excellent day for an exorcism." - Pazuzu/Regan MacNeil (Linda Blair)

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With the stars in the sky,
All it takes is one breath,
To step in the hole.
Choose your steps.
Here's a toast to death.

You can toast to life,
or you can listen closely.
Unless of course...
Ruins get to you first.

Bye now, sweet Julia.
Although, before we end.
Come on, take a look.
Kindly look for the message.

Ps. It's all in the poem.

-Myles

My eyes formed into a glare, I could feel my frustration level rising. What message? It didn't make any sense. I found my hands tracing the rigid cracks on my screen, aching at the thought of breaking my phone earlier.

That wasn't a good memory. Not at all.

Dominic had left three hours ago, almost sprinting out the door. I didn't question his strange behavior, mostly because I didn't care.

This message had me wondering-- not that the other ones didn't-- and I couldn't quite understand what Myles wanted me to figure out. What if I just ignored all the messages he sent me?

Ha.

Groaning, I took out my purple notebook from a drawer in my desk. Flipping open to an empty page, I paused, pursing my lip.

How do investigators do this?

Writing down the poem, I stared at it intently. Unfortunately, I was having one of those moments where I reread each line over and over, but didn't observe a single meaning to the words.

After about ten minutes, I gave up in frustration. I guess that's how long it took me to realize that staring at the words wouldn't make them solve the riddle themselves.

A thought occurred to me.

Why haven't I replied to Myles? I slapped myself lightly, how stupid could I get? Obviously just reading these messages wasn't going to get me far. Why hadn't the thought even came into view before?

What would I say? Or, type, rather. To bad no one's written a guide on how to reply to a dead persons' phone.

How inconvenient.

Thinking for a moment, I let my thumbs hover over the screen. I bit my lip and hoped for the best.

'What message?'

I clenched my fist as that annoying message, 'Message Failed To Send,' popped up. That didn't make any sence! But then again, what did lately?

I resent the message, hoping it would work. No such luck. I tried several more times, but the same message kept popping up, it was getting frustrating.

Why was Myles able to send me messages, but I wasn't able to send him messages? He must of been corrupting my phone some how. This wasn't an advantage to me at all. It made this whole situation just a tad bit more confusing.

And I hated confusion.

A lot.

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"Monica.. People are staring."