Hacked

Chapter Four- Gem

So, I got home and took out some nutella and just randomly started eating. It was actually really good. I went over to the living room to watch my favorite show, Supernatural. I watched Dean with crude remarks and all of Sammy's puppy dog faces. It was adorable and luckily, Carissa is my Sam buddy for life.

Anyhow, so I had a sudden inspiration to check the poetry document. I was curious to see if anonymous could have struck again with another poem. Sure enough, I scrolled down to see a poem written in big, bold letters:

Pain

By: anonymous

Pain

Suffering

You stare at me

Cold

Dead eyes

Burning into my soul

You'll never cease to attack

You'll never stop the pressure

Why must you do this to me

We used to be friends

We could go back to that

Your response is a cold stare

I'll tell you one thing

It won't work

Good luck trying to crack me

I have my ways

You can't get through my barrier

I mock you

There will come a time

Where you take over my soul

But not today

No,

Not for a while

Gosh, I thought to myself, Carissa had better stop messing with me.

I pulled out my tiny Android phone (shoot, I'm probably not getting an iPhone for another year, or even two), and texted Carissa.

G- Dude, what the heck? Stop with all the pranks....trying to scare me, huh?

C- No i swear, I didn't do anything

I thought for a while and realized that Carissa probably hadn't done anything. It wasn't like her to prank me like this. I started feeling awfully spooked as I realized what was actually happening. I answered with a shaky thumb clicking against my phone's keyboard.

G: so none of us did it....do u think it could be a ghost?

C: ur ridiculous

I took a shaky breath and insisted.

G: I'm serious carissa, I didn't do anything.

C: Ok fine, I'll investigate. I'll research poetry under the name of anonymous online. In the meantime, you should try to stay on the document and see if anonymous strikes again.

G: Ok, sure. Well, I need to go do my homework now.

C: Ok, cool.

As I worked through algebra and essays and a tedious handful of work, I thought about the situation Carissa and I were in. What could possibly be going on?

After I finished my homework, I walked out to my balcony and served myself icecream. I honestly just wanted to enjoy myself a little. It seemed to creep me out that anonymous had joined us right after I had written the creepiest poem of my life. I'll admit, I was feeling sorta depressed at the moment and I just spit a poem out, the only thing I could do. Maybe if I hadn't ended the poem on such a sour note, anonymous wouldn't have felt the need to join us with her scary thoughts.

I began to notice a rather odd marking on the floor of my balcony. It was a red smudge.... I took a finger and slipped it along the floor to find a dark, red spot of blood covering my finger. I freaked out, but couldn't get myself to even dare take a step closer. Across from it laid an old, rusty knife. It too, was smeared in blood. It seemed like the nightmares from my childhood were becoming a reality.