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Followed (Part 3: Ending #1)

Recap:

I reach the road where I turn left normally to go to my house, but there was a note stuck to the pavement on the side walk once again.

"Look" That was the only word on it, but it also had an arrow pointing behind me.

Shit I can't turn this time. I can't bring myself to do it this time.

Should I take a chance and just take a break for it? Or should I turn before I lose my nerve?

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I am stuck. Frozen in time. I want to turn, just in case I need to defend myself, but can't manage it. I just can't take it anymore. The panic is so horrible that my chest hurts. I'm so dizzy I feel like I'm going to hurl. This is the end. I feel like I'm two times heavier than usual, and drop to my knees, but right as I do so I hear something behind me. Someone calling my name. It sounded like... my brother, but it couldn't be. Could it?

"Rebecca!" Wait it is my brother!

I feel him put a hand on my shoulder, and even though I don't mean to, I flinch.

"Are you ok? Did someone hurt you?" He says in worry.

"Have you been getting the same notes?" I say instead of answering him.

"You mean the sticky notes... yeah, something is seriously wrong. We need to go home, now." He gets up, and offers me a hand.

I take it, and he pulls me up with such force that I end up jumping, and landing into him. He doesn't let go of my hand as he drags me towards our house. He is walking so fast that I am doing this weird wobble beside him. As we walk I see couple of sticky notes, but Jacob, my big brother, doesn't stop. We keep going, and the more sticky notes we pass, the more they appear.

I can only get quick glances at the notes, but I made out that they all have something in common. They all are written in caps, and have exclamation points. Then all of a sudden, they stop. That scares me more than actually having plenty of them. Jacob puts his other hand over top of mine, and that's when I realize that they are shaking. I tighten my grip on Jacobs hand to hopefully reassure him that I am ok, but most of all to try and conceal my shaken self.

We've walked for what seemed like forever, and still they were no notes. My blind terror was replaced by a mild nervousness. I was starting to calm down. When I go home I'm going to curl up in my bed, and watch Netflix. Mind you I will be convincing Jacob to stay with me.

Unfortunately though, my plans will not be a reality because as we approach our house, all I see is sticky notes. Many sticky notes with a variety of colors. Colors from orange to purple covered the whole front of our house. I yank my hand out of Jacob's, and run up to the house. This is too big to ignore. I have to know what they say.

One after another, I yank them off the wall, read them, then throw them to the ground.

"I am trying to warn you."

"Leave now!"

"Can't Ignore me now can you?"

"You do not want to enter this house."

"Come back when you are ready to face my wrath."

"You don't want to see what I've left for you."

"Go to a friends house tonight, and call the police in the morning. If you do, you will get something you want. Me out of your life, forever."

"Do you want to enter hell?"

"Just go!"

I reach out for another note, but Jacob grabs me, and pulls me away from the wall.