For the past month I’ve been calling my parents every day to see how they’re doing. They haven’t seen Tommy, but my dad did wake up to a paper taped to the front door one morning. One word was on the note: “Lacrime”. The police still haven’t found out what was up with the scalp in the barn. I have no proof that it was Tommy, but unfortunately, I think it was him. Since I live in a single, I check every inch of my room just to be safe. I’m afraid he is looking for me.
Some nights when I’m laying in bed, I swear I can hear that squeal outside my building. I feel like I should see if it’s really him so nobody else gets hurt, but I just can’t do it.