The Twisted

Where

My heart began beating like an african drum.

This can't be Zach.. He's dead. Right?

I've been staring at those three words for what feels like an eternity before another text pops up on the screen.

"I only have so much time. If he sees I have my phone there's no doubt he'll kill me."

Is this some kind of joke? Why would someone do something like this?

Without a second thought I responded, "who is this, and what do you want?"

There was no reply after that.

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Its been a week since anything out of the ordinary has happened.
I decided to call James and set up a day i might be wanting to hang out with him.

"So, this Thursday works for you?" He seemed fairly excited to see that I had called him.
"That's perfect for me, I'll see you then."
Briefly hanging up the phone I decided to get in the shower and go to bed.

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The water, pouring down my body like condensation on a cold bottle in the summer, was warm and comforting.
Bending down to turn off the water I hear my phone in the other room buzzing like crazy.
After getting dressed and wrapping my hair in a towel, I go into the bedroom where my phone lay quietly on the edge of my bed.

A message from an unknown number appeared on the screen,
"You haven't forgot about little ole zach, have you?"

Reading those words, I dropped the phone on the floor leaving it cracked, slightly on the corner. Falling to my knees my hands began shaking like mad.

Why is this happening.. Who is messing with me.. How can they possibly know about my brother..
The thoughts came pounding through my cranium like a drum. My hands slowly releasing the tension within them, as I begin to reach for the phone.

buzz buzz

Almost immediately I look down at the screen.
"Scared to know the truth?"

I had enough of this individual messaging me, referring to my deceased brother.  
However, I was curious to know what the texts meant.
I was unsure of how to respond to the message, when another one came onto the screen.
"No need to be so scared, Madi. You know me, and I know you. Just like I knew your brother."
  At this point I was sweating and shaking uncontrollably. This person, this thing, knew my brother. They referred to me as if they knew me, that can't be I've only just moved here about a year ago. I know very little people now that my brother had passed.

I decided enough was enough, moving my thumb above the text box I began thinking of what I might say.

Should I be threatening? No, considerate. Maybe I could just be how I am right now and be petrified and curious.
No, they can't know I'm scared.

"Who are you, and what do you want with me?"

A few short second later I received a message,

"I do not have a name for I'm not real, but allow me tell you that your brothers an ordeal. He's loud and annoying, much like yourself. He screams and squirms like a worm on a shelf"

What in the actual hell is this person trying to be, the Riddler?

"Wait, is my brother alive?"
The person typed as though he wasn't dead. My heart began racing yet again.

"Oh believe me, dear, he's alive and well. Though, short a few hours and all may dispell."

My brothers alive?! 
I jumped with excitement onto the bed. Losing my balance, though and falling face  first on the floor.

But.. If my brothers alive then why hasn't he contacted me. What does this man mean, " short a few hours and all may dispell,"?

Frantically I began typing, "What do you mean 'Dispell'??"

"Go to the place of whence you arrived, there you will see a card ,though, this location is quite hard to rhyme."

Arrived? Finally the Riddler found a place he couldn't rhyme. Wait, a word that's hard to rhyme.. Fuck, madi think.