You walk through a park at midnight after just leaving a party at your friends house. It's cold and rainy, and the ground is wet with slush and mud. The wind chills you to the bone, and you feel oddly lighter than you did when you left.
You're crossing the parking lot, this close to home.
There's a phone of the ground. Curious and puzzled, you pick it up and turn it over in you hand. It's an older model touchscreen, with a big crack down the middle of it.
It was buzzing. The screen came to life and you read the messages.
Hey, where are you?
Bryan?
What the fuck. Answer me.
Bryan!
BRYAN.
You're startled.
This isn't Bryan. I found his phone.
Oh shit. Where is he?
I don't even know Bryan.
Oh shit.
You get another text from a different number. This one is labeled "Kate".
Thanks for taking the bait, sweetheart.
Suddenly you're pulled to the ground and being dragged backwards.
