The Sixth Doll~ Pretty Little Liars

Mona- Mania

"Where's all of Harold's stuff?" she frowned.

"It's like he was never here," Isabel added, looking around.

"Look, there's Ali's journal," Emily said, pointing to it on a bookshelf. She grabbed it and started off. "Come on, let's go."

"No, wait," Spencer called, snatching the book from her. She flipped through the empty pages, and Isabel's breath hitched when she saw the 'A' message on one of them.

'Keep moving, ladies. Nothing to see here. -A'

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"Soy..." Spencer asked, walking toward the girls. In her hands were five coffees, and she held the soy one out. They were at the Brew the next morning, discussing what had happened. "Unsweetened, no foam." Aria took it the coffee gratefully.

"You deserve a medal," she smiled. Spencer handed each of the girls a cup, and sat down, sipping her own coffee. "You guys, I tossed and turned all night. I'd wake up from a dream about keeping secrets from Ezra, and then I'd fall asleep and I would dream about falsely accusing my dad. Weirdly, both of them ended with my teeth falling out."

"Anxiety dreams," Isabel nodded. "Usually, in mine, I'm falling down an endless void, and then, right before I hit the ground, I wake up."

"In mine, usually there's always a piece of gum in my hair, and I just keep pulling and pulling until I'm bald," Hanna shuddered.

"Academic decathlon," Spencer added, turning her coffee cup around in circles. "I show up to state finals with my underwear on the outside."

"Are you still gunning for team captain?" Emily asked as Spencer looked down at her from her perch on Isabel's armchair.

"Didn't you hear?" Spencer asked. "Brad Langfield got into a bike accident. He's gonna need physical therapy. The very grim upside is that I'm running unopposed." She looked back at Emily. "Are you the only one of us that got sleep?"

"Are you kidding? After last night?" Emily scoffed.

"So everything's gone?" Aria frowned. She wasn't there last night.

"Everything but a fake diary," Isabel said sarcastically.

"We've gotta talk to my mom about where my dad was that night," Aria sighed, not meeting anyone's eyes. "My teeth actually feel kinda loose right now."

Suddenly, everyone's expressions' hardened, and Isabel turned around. Mona was standing there, and Isabel couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. "Hey, ladies. Losing sleep? Me, too."

"What exactly are you talking about, Mona?" Isabel thought, but before she knew it, the words were tumbling out of her mouth as an insult.

"Remember that creepy Harold guy, from the Lost Woods Motel?" Mona replied.

"What about him?" Aria frowned.

"He was at our school, stalking me," Mona scoffed, but Isabel was doubtful. Harold? Stalking Mona? "He bribed the real custodian so he could have the job."

"Why would he be stalking you?" Spencer asked, getting straight to the point.

"I used to talk to him once in a while, and he sort of ran with it," Mona shrugged. "When I told him it was inappropriate, he didn't take it so well. And after what happened at the 10k, I told my parents, and we went to the school administration."

"You think that he rigged that explosion in the shed just to hurt you?" Spencer asked skeptically.

"I guess the police are looking for him now, but Harold's gone completely off the grid," Mona sighed. "I really hope they find him soon."