Hello Stalker

Angel paused, reexamining the text again and again as she struggled to stay composed. The stalker was outside her house, and her mom wasn't home. Neither was she going to jeopardize her already compromised safety by investigating. She breathed in strongly then began typing, 'What game are we going to play?' It took a while before recognizing that she had been holding her breath. Before long, bubbles popped up, and so did a reply, 'Something like 20 questions if you will.' a hiatus, then another text, 'a give information take information for your troubles.' Angel was puzzled that they would play a game like this, previously; they wanted the evidence gone, now they wish to assist? Something wasn't right here, so she formulated her question carefully before typing a response. 'Why do you want to help me now?'

After some time had passed, her phone buzzed, 'Because I happen to like where this is going, and without extra, creditable information, there is no entertainment.' Angel huffed, she disliked knowing that someone obtained some satisfaction in her absurd world, but she pressed on, 'Did Cassy have any connections with the teachers?' another buzz, 'No, she kept to herself, but people loved to chase after her, some would say she put a spell on anyone who saw her.' She rolled her eyes, "nobody is that pretty, come on." she muttered, 'Why did she die?" she heard a muffled giggle from outside. It made her stiffen as another text appeared, 'I can't tell you that, you're going to have to go hunting.' 'What can you tell me?' 'You're on the right track, just might have to get a little personal with the breaking in ;).' She knew what they meant by that and sighed, 'Opps time's up.' 'wait, I didn't even ask all 20 questions, and you never got your information.' footsteps faded outside as one last text appeared. "Oh, I already have all my information honey, plus you're asking too many of the right questions, bye now. I hope to be entertained." And with that, they were gone, and I was blocked from ever sending to them again, my only form of information, gone with the wind.