Chapter 12: Stalker Being Stalked

< Shirley > Death of my friends? Did this person run away from a mental asylum just to nag me? This person was infuriating. Made me want to hit him with literal bricks, and then leave him in sewerage for weeks. On top of that, who the fuck was he to tell me something like that out of nowhere? Like who in their right mind gives death threats on their first conversation? You: Was I supposed to take it seriously? Unknown: It's your wish, but I'll tell you I'm completely serious. You: Hey, completely serious. I don't believe you. Unknown: Like I said, your wish. But you'll come to regret it. You: In your dreams. Try touching my friends, I'll cut off your fingers. I quickly pressed the 'send' button and let a sigh. Whoever this was deserved to get boiling coffee spilled on him. Placing my phone down, when I turned back to my friends, I found them all staring at me with curiosity. I chuckled nervously and let out, "What?" "You seem tense. Are you feeling sick?" Violet asked, and E