Clutching at Straws

EPISODE 1 PART 2:

My phone vibrated a couple of times. I took it out to see I had been added by "???".

"Well ...How did you like it?"

Wow, 2 wrong numbers in a day.

"I don't know what you mean. ''I wrote back.

This''???" had a weird V for vendetta mask coming from the bushes that looked like an anonymous wannabe. I scoffed and replugged my earphones to try and listen to the podcast on the walk home.

"The chat between Jessy and Dan"

I froze as soon as I read that. What the hell.

"I made that possible for you thanks to me you could read along", They continued. I just stood there at the bus stop in the cold. Did they hack into my phone cause they definitely hacked into Dan and Jessy's?

"That's illegal", I wrote back. To be honest I felt a bit scared.

"That is nothing of importance. It serves a higher purpose", They wrote back.

Is it actually anonymous? Why is nobody taking the law and police seriously today? It was already dark and this guy was really creeping me out.

"You have piqued interest"

Who writes like that. I didn't exactly say that to them cause I am not feeling the bravest that I have ever been right now. I just started running-walking to my home.

"It is important that you know things that the others don't"

"Could you just speak plainly?"I wrote back while increasing my pace to get home faster. I live on a very quiet residential street where dusk is usually dinner time and rarely anyone is outside to witness a probable kidnapping slash murder.

"Let's cut this short", They wrote and my phone started vibrating.

Incoming video call. My phone flashed the V for vendetta mask on my screen. Is this dude crazy? No way in hell I am gonna pick up a video call from a sketchy dude. I declined it.

As I reached my porch my phone started vibrating again. This dude is not going to quit. I declined it again. As I put my key in, It started ringing again. I got in and bolted the door shut. After dropping my bag on the carpeted floor I aligned my phone towards my ceiling on a small table that we used to pry our feet up, and carefully sat on the floor so that my face won't be visible during the call. At the risk of seeing yet another junk on the internet, I picked up the call.

From my vantage, I couldn't see the screen very clearly either and his or her voice seemed kind of distorted so I had to move closer to my phone. He was wearing a big hoodie completely concealed in the darkness much like Dan's Display picture. There were a lot of screens behind him I think it was a bit blurry so I couldn't figure out what was on them. He was definitely trying to conceal his identity.

"Who are you and what do you want", I asked. I could see my deep brown hair and eyes coming into visible range so I moved back a little.

"Let's not waste time asking useless questions", He snarled at me right off the bat and launched straight into it. His voice was obviously disguised.

As his camera moved focus, He told me he was in possession of passwords, emails, and private accounts containing information that would help me make sense of the situation. Before I could say something he continued that I might not like what I see but he hopes this information will help to find Hannah."But how?" I cried. He ignored me completely and the last thing that he said was "Trust me" before he disconnected the call. I realized that I was holding the phone in my hand completely disregarding the fact that he probably could see my face.