Disney's Wondrous Secrets

The Message!

She looked at the clock.

It was around 12:00. Exactly.

She looked back at the computer, strangely. The video kept on playing...but in the comment box below...words were being typed up. Sarah gasped, feeling a chill go down her spine. The buttons were not being pressed down.

He looked on, in shock and relief. This had to be the help that was promised... But the girl... Oh, he hoped she would not speak of this...

Dear, Sarah Jackson, said the words in the box. Do not fret. This may seem very strange to you, but this is very important. the words said as she was trying to quit it.

She stood up and walked around her room in a scared pace. Don't fret!? She had to! Someone was hacking her computer or something...

Please. We humbly ask for your cooperation.

With that, she slammed the laptop shut, frightened right now. She ran to her bed.

"DAD!" she cried out.

The mouse despaired.

NO! Please! Please!

"They knew my name! How did they know my name!?" she whispered with fright to herself. That was before Johnathan came to her room in a fright.

"Jackie! What's wrong?" he asked, worried as he came in.

He hid back in the box.

Sarah looked back at him, not sure where to begin.

"...m-my computer turned on! It was acting strange..."

He looked to the small computer and lifted it open, only to see that it was off. He looked perplexed at her, worried.

"Jackie, your computer is off, hun..." he enlightened and she looked agape.

"But, b-but it..." she stammered, getting out of her bed. "...it was on." she tried to explain and as he said, it was turned off. "It was on the internet, it-it was typing by itself..." she muttered, confused.

"Typing by itself? Come on, hun."

"I swear! It even typed out my name-"

"Ssh, calm down. It was probably just a dream..."

"But it wasn't a dream! It happened, I swear!" she countered, scared someone was stalking her now.

"Okay, okay, calm down, calm down. Let me go get you some water. Sit down." he told her.

She was left alone again... As she sat on her bed in the quiet. A car passed by and a shadow shot out at her in the corner. She looked only to find it gone. The little mouse she saved was quiet. Too quiet, actually. Maybe she was thinking too much about this. But someone was talking to her. She knew it was a person and then the computer was then turned off. On its own?

But soon, he came back with a small glass of water and soothed her enough to lay down again.

"Okay." he began. "Perhaps you are due for a new computer. We'll check it out this weekend, okay?" he reassured.

"... all right..." she sighed, defeated.

Of course, he wouldn't believe her. She thought she was crazy too... But as soon as he left and shut the door, she stayed still in her bed, not even considering to take a sip of her water. After several minutes of quiet, she sat up in her bed. Was it all a dream? She was not too sure.

That morning seemed to go on as normal. As usual, she got out of bed and went to quickly get dressed for school. Once she got her jeans on, she went to the closet to check on the mouse. What she found was an empty shoebox.

She sighed. But she searched the closet more, but there was no sign of the creature. At her father's call, she had to go though... to eat breakfast and go to school.

It was a day when she took her phone with her. She was able to use it during recess and lunch. But most of the time it was hidden and silenced. Today though, she sadly didn't see Kate and time seemed to pass rather quickly. She spent most of her school day alone, playing on the phone to kill her boredom.

She thought nothing of it apparently. The day had gone on very boring...and soon she took the bus home, the same as any other day. She figured Kate wasn't feeling well today. Not even the teachers seemed troubled by it either.

But something was wrong when she got home and when she got to the front door... it was locked... Her father always left it unlocked so she had to result of using the spare hidden in the lamp light next to the door. Even when she entered her own home, something was amiss.

"Dad! I made it home!" Sarah called before trying to proceed to her room.

Above, atop one of the wall frames, he watched her protectively and worried.

Her father must have been working over time then. Which was okay, she guessed. She did fine on her own for a couple hours, but decided to call him in case something was happening that she did not know. But it went straight to voice mail and his message sounded at the end.

"Hi, this is John. Sorry I am busy, but if you would just leave a message and your number, I am sure to get back to you. Okay, bye!"

"... I – um... Hi, Dad, just calling. I'm home and... safe. I am just wondering when you're coming home. Um, see you later." she said before ending the call.