"Wow" Maggie says. "yeah. now I'm stuck in this stupid ass treehouse because what ever this is it will follow me wherever I go so...." I say. then I tell her that we have to sleep together tonight. she says it is gay but it's for safety you know that maggie. I had to beg her but she eventually gave in. so we slept in Lindsey's room which felt weird as shit. Maggie kept me up all night from her complaining about that voice which was bothering me as well. at like 4:00 in the morning I heard this creepy squeaking noise. no. no. it was the closet door. what the fuck. kill me now. I wake Maggie. she was creeped out too.we got out of bed and walked over really slowly to the closet door. being myself I go over and kick the door down. when the door is open me and Maggie can't move. its lindsey. she's wearing black. and she.... shhhh..... she's wearing a rope around her neck. but she was standing. she was alive. me and Maggie still in the same spot. this thing walks over to us and touches MY FACE. WHY? It whispers in my ear, " don't worry. I'm still alive. you have to figure it out." then she's gone. she disappears. " what the fuck." Maggie says. "I.... I don't know. I think lindsey." we both look at the closet. the candles where lit. there was a bunch of crap in there. " Maggie lets go check it out."
