This time, it was the brown-haired boy who appeared first. I have to admit, up until this point, he had been my first suspect. She had spent all her time with him, after all. But when I saw his body half smashed through the windshield of his car, glass sticking into his stomach and blood pouring out of his eyes, I gave up on that theory. Looking at the screen, I felt his body would twitch any second, as death overcame him on the hood of his own car.

Swipe, swipe, swipe. The next picture was another girl, older than Blondie, with long black hair and crows’ feet around her eyes. She looked like she was in her mid-30s. It was a formal picture, with her looking directly into the camera, standing stiff and straight in business attire. It looked like she’d taken it for her job. Next. A similar picture, but this time it was a man staring into the camera. Colleagues? A few more black swipes. Then I saw the woman lying on a patch of concrete, a knife stuck in her stomach, her face stretched out into a scream. Her eyes were lifeless, but only just so. She’d died just before the picture was taken. More black stills. Would this ever end? Then I saw the man. At least, I was pretty sure it was the man. As he hung from the rafters, his back faced the camera and I couldn’t get a good look at his face. I felt sick again. I continued swiping through the picture gallery, but I was always greeted with the same sights. A few normal pictures of a girl and a guy, and then both of their grisly deaths. Finally, Anna took the phone from me

“ENOUGH, Amanda. This isn’t helping.” I could feel my panic growing. My first thought was the cops – I had to get them involved. But even that made me nervous. This phone just HAPPENED to show up outside my door with pictures of these disgusting murders. No matter how I presented it, it made me sound suspicious. Without a word, I picked up my phone and dialed my dad’s number. I got his voicemail, so I left a message explaining what had happened. “Can you and your partners look into this for me? It’s probably just a prank, but it’s a damn good one.” I took a few deep breaths after that. Okay. Okay. I have my dad in on this now, it’s going to be okay. I just need to be careful until he gets back to me. It’s going to be ok. Anna picked up the phone again. “I’m going to look through the contacts. Maybe we can figure out who’s doing this. Maybe there’s a clue in here somewhere.” I sat still while she thumbed through the phone. To be honest, I didn’t even want to look at the damn thing anymore. “Whoa… Amanda, look at this!” I glanced at Anna, afraid to look at the phone at all. I didn’t want to play this game anymore. “What is it?” I asked. “All the contacts… they’re all girls.” I looked at her, puzzled. “So?” “So, the first girl, the one the phone must have belonged to, she had a boyfriend, right? Why isn’t his number in here?” That was a good point. I looked through the contacts. All girls. I scrolled down to “my number.” Pulling up the contact information, I saw that a name was listed next to it. Weird. Tina Drescher. Suddenly, I grabbed Anna’s computer. “What are you doing?” “Trying to find the connection.” There had to be a reason all these girls had died, there had to be a reason that Tina died. Something was connecting them. I clicked on the first article Google spit out…..