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16:42 Callum Jones: I
16:43 Callum Jones: am
16:45 Callum Jones: watching
16:46 Callum Jones: you
20:39 Callum Jones: there
20:40 Callum Jones: is
20:41 Callum Jones: no
20:42 Callum Jones: escape....
I couldn't read any more. How can he do that, for all the world, my friends and family to see. It's horrible, horrible, horrible! There's no escape from him. Mum only just managed to stop me throwing the computer out of the window. Why did she stop me? Why? She doesn't understand, I have to get rid of all the ways he can get to me. Get to me. Get to me. Shit, am I going mad?
POLICE LANDLINE TELEPHONE TRACE
PHONE LOG 04921742
EVIDENCE NO. 002000458305
<Call begin from 02088 482291>
<undetectable trace begin>
-"Colin, Colin, is that you?"
-"Yes, dear, I'm here. How's Emma?"
-"Worse. Oh, Colin, I'm so worried about her."
-"What's happened, Julie?"
-"I found her yesterday, trying to throw the computer out of the window."
-"What? Why in God's name was she doing that?"
-"I, I think.."
-"What is it?"
-"I think she's going a bit mad. I can't believe it, but it's really happening. It's all getting to her head a bit. Oh God, oh God.."
-"We need to take immideate action."
-"But what, what can we do to help? The police said.."
-"Oh, tell the police to bugger off, Julie, we're going to deal with this ourselves."
<caller hangs up>
I need to take my mind of things, so I've been watching childrens TV. Even Phineas and Ferb seems scary. What kind of kids have triangular heads and secret agent platapus pets called Perry?
Oh my God. Just turned on DVD player so I could watch The Incredibles, but there was a blank disk inside already. Curious, I slid it shut and pressed play. The screen flickered weirdly, then settled on this picture of a darkened room.
As I watched, two blurry white figures entered from the side. The female one with long hair was backing away, terrified. It was then that I realised who it was. It was me, staring up at the man towering over her.
But I don't remember this ever happening! The look of terror on my face is so real, how could I not remember something like that happening?
Then, the man drew out a baseball bat, but the end had been sharpened to a lethal point. He turned around a leered at the camera, and when I saw it I let out a scream. It was Callum, bringing the bat high over his head, and stabbing, stabbing, until the screams died down and red oozed from beneath my crumpled form. All the while he sang quietly, just loud enough for me to hear.
"Watch out," Callum said huskily. "I'm coming for you. Coming for you." Then he began to sing again, waving the blood stained bat before the camera as I screamed at the tv. The song wove itself around me, taunting and teasing.
"Ring a ring a roses, a pocket full of posies, atishoo, atishoo, we all fall down...."