Four girls T@gged

#Yourturn-1

My phone went off.

My eyes slowly opened and I looked to see I was alone.

I was the only one in my bed.

Where is Brandon?

I sat up and looked at the clock.

It's two am.

"Brandon?" I called out, but not loud enough for Mick to hear.

Nothing.

I grabbed my phone off the side table and saw a private message from Monkeyman.

Great.

I clicked it.

My eyes widened seeing the video.

It was of me.

Sleeping.

That was taken tonight.

My clock was in the video.

I looked at the time.

This video was taken two minutes ago.

It looked like it came from my closet door.

I looked to see the closer door ajar.

Is he in my fucking closet?

I held my breath and got up.

Did he hurt Brandon?

"Brandon?" I called out again a little louder.

Nothing.

I sat my phone down and inched closer to the closet.

"Are you in there?" I asked.

I didn't think I'd get an answer, but I couldn't stop myself from asking

"Why would I be in the closet?"

I screamed and turned.

Brandon flinched back at my scream.

He stood in the bathroom doorway confused.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"I thought you left?" I asked now realizing he was just in the bathroom.

"Then why did you ask if I was in the closet?" he asked.

My mind jumped back to the idea of Monkeyman being in the closet.

"Maddie? Did you scream?" Mick knocked on my door.

My eyes shot to Brandon and he looked just as worried.

I pointed to the bathroom and he took the hint and quietly shut himself back inside it.

"It was a nightmare. Sorry." I called out.

The door opened and he looked at me.

"Do you need anything?" He asked yawning.

I shook my head.

"No. Get back to sleep. Sorry again." I said forcing a smile.

He nodded and shut the door leaving me.

I turned to my closet and stared at the darkness I could see in the crack.

Fear started to paralyze me.

I'm so sick of this.

This is some psycho kid.

My age.

I refuse to let him have this power over me.

Not tonight.

"I'm fucking over it." I whispered and yanked the door open.