Hi, I’m Mollie Akers and I’m going to tell you a story about my dear friend Anna Moore. (From the perspective of Anna Moore).
I’m 24 years old and I live in North Dakota. I am going to school to be an art teacher. My story started on July 27, 2015. I woke up ready to go to school when my doorbell rang. I tiptoed down the steps to see who was there.
“5:15 in the morning! Who could it be?” I thought to myself. I creaked open the door to see who has arrived. I looked down to see a teeny tiny yellow package. So I did what any other person would do and opened it. Inside the package was one thin paper which had these words written on it: I found your key! It was under the mat. It’s probably just Mollie so I lifted up the heavy mat and …show more content…
I prepared myself from instant roman noodles when my phone started to ring. An odd number popped up on my IPhone. Pop! A voice mail message from the strange number started to play. “I’ve got something for you!” I blocked the number and headed to bed.
2:49, I awake to a ring. I creep down stairs and creek open the door. A white collage-ruled paper fell out in between the door hinges. I picked it up, it had what I was wearing and what I did today written in complete detail. I tossed it in the trash.
“Wow! I have a stalker.” I yelled to myself, loud enough the neighbors could hear. I climbed up the steps on all fours, my hair falling off my head and onto the steps. I crawled back under the micro fiber covers and fell asleep. I woke up and did my morning routine. But I noticed something odd, my paintings that I’ve painted were gone. I directly called the police to claim I have been robbed. As soon as I got off the phone my alarm rang telling me it’s time to go. I grabbed my supplies and …show more content…
The police tells me to gather up my items and leave. I start walking back into my house after about an hour I climb down the steps to see that my living room is completely white, the floor, the wall, the celling. Just my living room. Everything else was the same like it has been. I walk outside to see no police. I walk around my house to look for him. The back side of my house is white. I always remembered it as a blue siding. I thought that it was odd but kept on walking. I couldn’t find the police officer. I went back inside and returned all of my items. I went back out to search for four hours.
I’m 24 years old and I live in North Dakota. I am going to school to be an art teacher. My story started on July 27, 2015. I woke up ready to go to school when my doorbell rang. I tiptoed down the steps to see who was there.
“5:15 in the morning! Who could it be?” I thought to myself. I creaked open the door to see who has arrived. I looked down to see a teeny tiny yellow package. So I did what any other person would do and opened it. Inside the package was one thin paper which had these words written on it: I found your key! It was under the mat. It’s probably just Mollie so I lifted up the heavy mat and …show more content…
I prepared myself from instant roman noodles when my phone started to ring. An odd number popped up on my IPhone. Pop! A voice mail message from the strange number started to play. “I’ve got something for you!” I blocked the number and headed to bed.
2:49, I awake to a ring. I creep down stairs and creek open the door. A white collage-ruled paper fell out in between the door hinges. I picked it up, it had what I was wearing and what I did today written in complete detail. I tossed it in the trash.
“Wow! I have a stalker.” I yelled to myself, loud enough the neighbors could hear. I climbed up the steps on all fours, my hair falling off my head and onto the steps. I crawled back under the micro fiber covers and fell asleep. I woke up and did my morning routine. But I noticed something odd, my paintings that I’ve painted were gone. I directly called the police to claim I have been robbed. As soon as I got off the phone my alarm rang telling me it’s time to go. I grabbed my supplies and …show more content…
The police tells me to gather up my items and leave. I start walking back into my house after about an hour I climb down the steps to see that my living room is completely white, the floor, the wall, the celling. Just my living room. Everything else was the same like it has been. I walk outside to see no police. I walk around my house to look for him. The back side of my house is white. I always remembered it as a blue siding. I thought that it was odd but kept on walking. I couldn’t find the police officer. I went back inside and returned all of my items. I went back out to search for four hours.