In every photo there was a picture of me in it. There were hundreds! There were pictures of me at the beach with my dad, pictures of me taking a walk with my dad and more and more pictures of me with my dad.
Why me and my dad only? I thought. As I looked more closely, there were dates written underneath the photo. The pictures were taken day after day, which meant that someone had been spying on me this whole time. I looked at the picture, the one when we were on the beach, and the angle that the picture had been taken at was very weird. In every photo there had been a side shadow. Whoever had taken these photos was hiding behind something or someone…
After a couple of minutes two men walked in through the door. It was Alan and that man.
“Since you’ll be working with us, you’d better know our names,” said the man.
“My name is Alan.” He said, with a creepy smile.
“My name is Matt,” introduced the man. For some reason, these names sounded familiar.
They both looked at me, waiting for me to say something. Instead I just kept quiet.
“And your name is Maddie, which is short for Madelyn,” Sighed Matt. I was very scared. Only my closest friends and my relatives know my full name.
I stared straight ahead.
“Go sit in that chair.” Ordered Matt.
I went over to the chair and sat down. I looked at the two men and shut my eyes. I opened them, and they were smiling.
“You make me sick!” I spat. “Why would you do this to me? What are you going to do to me? Why would you think of doing this to anyone?” I shouted, now crying.
“Now, now, you don’t want to be crying in front of the Master!” warned Alan.
“How do you know my name?” I asked glaring at both of them. “I said, HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?” I screeched. They didn’t answer me. They just sat there looking bug-eyed.
“She’s a feisty little one.” Matt said. “She won’t last long at all!”
I shut my eyes and didn’t open them for a while. This was the way my father and mother had taught me to calm down and think of a way out of the situation.
Then I heard a voice coming from behind me.
“Hello Madelyn. It’s been a while since we’ve met.”
It was my father’s unmistakable voice.
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You've Got Mail...
HorrorWhen sixteen year old Madelyn is left home alone, an unusual request comes from a "Post Man" at the door. When Madelyn finally realizes what is going on, it's too late. She has already been entered in a so-called game which Madelyn and a few others...
