Alison's POV
I woke up the next morning with a killer headache. I went downstairs and swallowed two aspirins.
That was some night, I thought to myself. Bryan is really pissed at me. Like really pissed. Nikki was right about him liking me. I guess I was just blinded by our friendship to think about anything more.
I was just about to go back upstairs to get some more sleep when the doorbell rang.
"Honey can you answer the door," my mom yelled from her room.
I walk up to the door opening it. I was greeted by the mailman.
"Hello, Alison."
Yes, the mailman knows my name, since I was just 6 years old. I used to wait for him to come by every morning to see if I got a package. He used to buy me little toys and wraps them up pretending they were from a secret admirer, and I believed that; until I was old enough to know he was buying the toys.
"Hello Mr. Fox, wonderful weather we're having," I say.
"Yes, yes it is," he responded, smiling.
He pulls out a package wrapped with brown paper.
"I promise it's not from me this time," he jokes.
One time when I was younger around 8 or 9, I caught him wrapping up the package for me. So I knew he was the one buying me all of those gifts. I truly did love this old man. He was like a second father to me.
We've had him over for dinner, multiple times; he's a family friend.
"Thank you," I responded taking the small box from his extended hand.
"Well have a good day Alison," he tipped his hat and turned around to leave the driveway.
I shut the door and headed to my room with the package still in my hand.
It couldn't be the cool lamp I ordered from Ebay, the box was too small.
"Alison who was at the door?" Mom asks from the next room.
"It was just Mr. Fox," I reply.
I shut the door to my room and sat on my bed.
The box was light, almost like nothing was in it. I reached for my scissors on my desk to cut open the tape. I opened the box to see pieces of confetti. I poured it on my bed. At the bottom was a folded piece of paper. I opened it up and read it, and I wish I didn't.
I need to get out, get out of this house right now.
I'm panicking, I don't know what to do.
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Mystery / ThrillerI don't remember much after I blacked out, my head was throbbing. I tried to move my hands to wipe what I think is blood dripping down my forehead, but my hands are tied behind the chair. It was dark, pitch black. "Somebody help!" I shout. I heard...
