Nerves ran high in the office after the first incident for some while others carried on with their days not scared in anyway. No matter what their opinion on the situation though no one dared speak of what had happened. We all worked just as hard, just slightly more on edge than before especially me as the "leader" of the group.
"Jordan!", Joe yells. This time I don't even hesitate in getting up, and hurrying down the hallway. After last time I couldn't risk procrastinating or even pausing a moment to finish edit a video.
"What is it Joe?", I pant, slightly short of breath after my short sprint down the hallway. He extends his arm, a cream colored letter in between his fingers. I'm quick to snatch it from his fingers and smooth out each crease in the paper as I read.
That's just a warning, don't ignore me nor deny my existence and I won't have to go to extreme measures.
-blurryface
"Did this come in the mail?", I ask glancing at Joe.
He fidgets nervously under my gaze, advert into his eyes to the ground. I raise an eyebrow expecting an answer that Joe never gives me. Instead he slowly shakes his head.
"Where was it Joe?", I question as a waves of terror runs through me. Joe looks up at me then nods toward his desk.
"Laying on my desk when I walked back in from doing stuff for the hub."
"How did they get it?", I say even though Joe won't know the answer. He wordlessly shrugs while I move to investigate the window as well as anywhere else the intruder could have entered.
"What's going on?", Spencer inquires as he walks in.
"Blurryface.", Joe states.
There's a rustle of paper that I ignore trying to figure out how it got in to even leave a note. The windows are still shut tightly with no way of entrance from the outside nor damage from someone getting in. No visible cracks, chips, or even sign of forced entry is shown anywhere which only further perplexes me.
"What are we gonna do Jordan?", Spencer asks.
"We're gonna listen to everything this Blurryface says and do whatever it wants.", I state. Both Spencer and Joe nod in agreement while I let out a sigh.
"I'm gonna go back to my office and work. I suggest you guys do the same", I say heading for the door, "and guys don't talk about it."
Aleks
"This is all so stupid", James states rolling his eyes, "there is no such thing as Blurryface who's coming to get us all. It's a prank."
That was easy enough for James to say but I couldn't agree with his view of things. All the flashes of black in the corner of my vision that suddenly disappeared, and the low chuckles seemingly right in my ear that sent goosebumps down my arms and made the hair at the nape of my neck stand straight up said other wise. And if it was a prank it was rather elaborate for someone in the office to pull.
"I don't know James.", I say before taking a sip of Pepsi. James eyes weigh heavy on me, but I ignore it refusing to let him know how truly terrified I was.
I didn't want any part in any of it.
I didn't want to die.
"Are you telling me you actually believe this shit?", James inquire.
An amused glint appears in his mocha colored eyes as a mischievous grin spreads onto his lips. My eyes are steady on the ground as I shrug trying to see nonchalant, but fail horribly. Maybe it was the tremors that made my hands shake or the way it felt like a dose of fear and paranoia had been injected into my veins that made my desperate attempt to seem okay fail.
"Wow Aleks even you believe this. I thought at least you'd be bright enough to realize what a joke it is!", James chuckles. I flinch as his laughter rings out, and seems to repeat on my mind.
"What the hell else am I supposed to believe? If you'd seen what I have you wouldn't be laughing.", I hiss.
"And what have you seen Mr. Aleksandr that would lead you to believe that there is someone going by the name of Blurryface threatening us?", James asks crossing his arms over his chest in a way that made it seem like he was looming over me.
Everything I try to say gets caught in my throat. It all sounds absurd or silly, and if it does to me then James will definitely laugh. James gives up on waiting heading down the hallway not waiting for a further answer his words echoing down the hallway, "Have fun with your phony Blurryface"
Almost two hours had passed since James had gone, and at this point nearly everyone had departed for lunch. I decided to pass on lunch for now knowing I needed to get a video set to upload for today hopefully, but of course all YouTube users were suffering through painfully slow upload speeds aka the bane of my existence.
A loud crack that makes my ears ring diverts my attention from my work. Cautiously I get up from my seat curiosity getting the better of me. I barely peak my head out the door, in fact it's just enough for me to survey what may be happening outside. Turning my head both ways I notice two things; the back door to our portion of the office closing and James laying on the ground clutching his chest screams of pain along with curses leaving his mouth.
