"Bzzz!" My phone went off, it was Insta-Tweet. Someone had tagged me into a post, I should check it incase its one of my followers giving a book idea. After opening the post it didn't say anything, no words, just emojis. Only three, a pair glasses, camera, and a knife. The glasses, the same kind Joseph my photographer wore, but the knife. That was new. I looked up at Anna but she had a headphone in concentrating deeply on what I assumed was another video she was editing.
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Killing For Emojis *In Progress*
HorrorJake gets sent weird messages one day and he gets a strange feeling about the red ink blot pictures that goes with the messages. Will he ignore it? What is this feeling and what will it do to him? In the end is everyone safe? THIS STORY AND ALL CHAR...
