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Buzz Buzz

Written By: Daniel Britt

Staff Reporter

I was sitting in my room on the night of October 30th, 2010. The day before my favorite holiday, or at least what was my favorite holiday before I got the text that ruined everything.

My name is Zoey Price, I’m a junior at Calabasas High School in California. I just moved here to California from Wisconsin because of my dad’s job.

The night of October 30th, my parents had gone out for dinner with my dad’s boss and I was left home alone. It was around 8:30 at night and I was just sitting on the couch watching my favorite Netflix show ‘Riverdale’. Buzz, Buzz as my phone went off. I picked up my phone to read the text I had gotten from a blocked number.

It was a picture of me through my window. I looked slowly to the window the picture was taken from with chills running down my back. I was scared for my life. The window was wide open. I stood up to go shut it but I was moving as slow as a sloth, scared for my life.

Buzz, Buzz  I jumped sacredly, I looked at my phone, another text message from the blocked caller. “You look very cute tonight Zoey, should I come in?” When I saw that text message I sprinted upstairs to my room and locked my door so quickly.

The room was pitch dark. My tv in my room was off one second and the next it turned on and it was the only light in my room and it was on Spotify and it started  playing music very loudly. When I got up to go turn it off I heard footsteps walking down the hallway up stairs on the creaking wood floors. I picked up my phone and called my mom but no answer from her.

20 minutes went by of me just sitting in my room alone in the dark. I finally got the guts to stand up and go look downstairs and there was nothing I could find. I went back up to my room and was still scared, so I locked my door. I walked back over to the window. There he stood, a black shadow that was waving at me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him almost like he had been forcing me to look at him.

Buzz, Buzz I looked down at my phone crying. The phone said, “Turn around”. I started screaming in fear and hopelessness and then looked back up at the window, the man was gone.

I finally decided to turn around after crying my eyes out and out of fear to know what was behind me. A hand came onto my shoulder. I quickly turned around, nothing was there.

Ever since that night I have never been the same. I never found out was behind me and wish I would've turned around quicker. I live with regret now and I am scared to be alone. It has been two years since the incident and I still feel like the man is behind me wherever I am or go.

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