Don

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Hello, my name is Don "Odd" Burton, age 15, living in the small town of Baldwin City, Kansas. I've been in the hospital for about two and a half weeks now being treated with two stab wounds. I am scheduled to be discharged in about two days. The real reason I am writing this is to tell you why I am here in the first place. I'm going to start from the very beginning.

My freshman year started off with no problems. Two of my friends had similar to identical schedules to mine, which was pretty nice. A new kid coming from a neighboring city started attending.

His name is Chad, and he was a pretty nice guy, really funny too, once you got around his kinda jerkish nature, mostly at the fault of the school he came from. About mid school year my mom married her boyfriend, Ash.

Ash was a fairly nice guy, we didn't talk a whole lot, and we are opposites. I like rock, he likes classical, I like movies, he prefers a classic "novel," I like hanging with my friends, my mom seems to be his only friend.

Anyway, back to the point. The city Chad came from, Ottawa, was hit with the death of one teen, and two missing. The police related the death to gang violence in the area, which didn't surprise me, and the disappearance to a kidnapper would have been fleeing from the cops since last June. What did surprise me is when one of our classmates turned up dead.

Signs of a struggle were very apparent at her house. She had one stab wound to stomach, and her through was slashed wide open for all to see. I heard she was completely drained of her blood when her younger brother found her body in their basement with the name Branden Ward written in blood on the wall. The bad part is, Branden Ward goes to school here, and he is my neighbor. He got police protection soon after.

Two weeks later and his parents finally secured a deal on a house in North Dakota. They were going to move ASAP. ASAP wasn't soon enough.

I stay up pretty late, listening to music. I got a call from Branden wanting me to come over, so I agreed. I jumped out my window, since my mom, who was a very light sleeper, would not approve of me hanging out with a boy who has an X on his head. I ran over and walked in like I lived there. His fat and buzzed Uncle told me he was upstairs. As I climbed the stairs, I heard an inconsistent, but very distinct knocking sound emanating from the bedroom down the hall from Branden's. Me being cautious, and very paranoid, pulled my trusty switch blade out and slowly opened the door.

Um, yeah, not my greatest triumph as I caught his parents having sex. I'm just glad they didn't notice me!

Anyway, I just strolled on into Branden's room. He was sitting on his bed next to his old laptop getting ready to play Modern Warfare 3, I sat down on his gaming chair next to his bed. He looked at me weirdly, with a hint of concern and fear in his eyes.

I realized his laptop wasn't completely shut so I grabbed his computer real quit and opened it, half expecting to find porn, but no, he was looking through his emails. He looked over at me at me and said, "Odd, I got an email, from and unknown sender. I haven't told anyone about this yet, the only thing on the email was a video called 'Don't Leave.'"

I looked at the email and looked for any abnormalities, but could not find any. I clicked on the video file and played it.

The video was a weird mess of what looked like footage of Branden, weird symbols, accompanied by a strange static noise and the frequent, "Don't Leave,"

"Not Yet" and "The Fun's Only BEGINNING." At the end was a weird symbol of the sorts.

I asked, "Have you searched only for this symbol yet?"

He didn't reply, he just kept staring out the window, as if in a trance. I ignored him and punched in, "Circle with an X through it." It brought me to Wikipedia with info on an operator symbol but I kinda ignored most of it and continued onto another site. It talked about German folklore about a fairy that lived the in the black forest, it really didn't make much sense so I ignored it.

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