Jessa? Are you
Pick up please! I
don't know why but I have a weird feeling about this
I'm scared. I don't
know what I have gotten myself into.
Call me back.
I walked up to my
apartment as the stairs vibrated. Once I got home I set my bag
and coat over a chair next to my living room. The message light
on my phone flicked annoyingly at me. You have 1 new voice
message I read. I pushed down on the button. Beep! "You have 1
new voice message," It spoke to me. I walked in to the kitchen,
the next room to the living room. "Well duh. I know I have one
voice message," I said mockingly. I paused and listened to Addy's
message. "Jessa? Are you there?" the phone said. I heard Addy's
voice. But something wasn't right. I heard a tang in her voice
that made me want to throw up. While listening I was making
myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "Pick up please! I
don't know why but I have a weird feeling about this place. I'm
scared," she paused.I held a jar of Strawberry Jam. "I don't know
what I have gotten myself into. Call me back. Hurry!" she raised
her voice. I could almost taste the fear in her voice. Smash! I
had dropped the jar of jam.
That day was the
last time I had heard Addy's voice. I was ashamed that I wasn't
there to take the call and tell her everything was going to be
okay. I had wanted to tell her that I loved her but had never
gotten the chance to. Addy was found dead in Africa hours after
she called me. Addy had been in Africa with an organization.
Their mission was to help feed the children and families in
Africa. She was staying with her friend Amelia and boyfriend,
James. No one knew what exactly happened to Addy. James came back
to America and sent his apologies to my parents. Amelia stayed in
Africa only a few weeks more.
I had spent many
hours barricading myself in my room. Crying myself to sleep for
the first week. Whenever I heard my sister's name I cringed with
pain. It almost seemed that I took it harder than my parents but
I'm sure they were just trying to stay strong for me. Oh how
every day I would wake up thinking that Addy was sleeping in the
bed on the other side of our room we shared. Addy was 3 years
older than me. She was in her first year of college when she
died. I was a sophomore in high school.We lived together because
my parents were constantly gone for work. Addy and I shared an
apartment 2 blocks from my school, Dep Horton High.
It has been a year
since she died. I am now a junior in high school but going to a
home school. I still stay at the apartment Addy and I shared
thanks to my parents. The door bell rang softly. I rushed over
peeking through the hole first and saw a mailman's broad
shoulders. I opened the door and looked up I saw a man's huge
face. He could have been 7 feet tall. His smile was warm and big.
"Hello," he said as he handed over a small letter. "Why wasn't
this in my apartment's mail box?" I said curious. "I was ordered
to personally bring this to room 468," he said. "Oh well thank
you," I quietly said shutting the door when he turned around to
leave. I walked over to the kitchen table and placed the letter
on the even surface. The front where the address should be was
blank except for the darkly written numbers 468. I was about to
open the letter when the door bell rang again. I set it back down
and walked to the door. I opened it. Nothing. No one was there. I
walked farther into the hall to see if anyone was around the
corner. I stepped back in my room when I heard glass crashing. I
saw the waterfall of glass flowing down my living room floor.
Time seemed to stand still. The shards of glass rushed toward the
floor. I could hear each piece pound on the floor harder each
time. Sunlight glimmered of each broken piece as I screamed. My
neighbor heard and rushed into my apartment when he saw me. He
called the manager. By the time I sat down the whole apartment
building was in my room. "Oh my apartment!!" the manager cried.
"I'm sorry Mr. Flay I will pay for the expenses," I said. "What
happened?" he asked. I explained what I had seen. "But why?" he
asked. "I'm not sure. I don't think it was aimed toward me
personally but maybe the apartment building?" I guessed. Or was
it truly aimed for me? I thought to myself.
I slept unusually
well that night. The window replacement people were coming that
morning at 10 o'clock. I awoke late around 9 o'clock. I walked to
my kitchen and grabbed a glass of orange juice. I saw the letter
laying there untouched since last night. I pulled it out and
began to read.
wasn't a mistake and if you don't be careful your next." I
starred at the note. How could anyone think this was funny,
sending me prank letters? And to believe that they would bring my
sister's death into this! I thought. But maybe this wasn't a
prank? It was like there were voices in my head. Suddenly I had a
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