I Lost My Samsung Galaxy Smartphone And Now Someone Is Pretending To Be Me Online
An older lady, probably 45-50, probably the librarian, was slumped against the door. Part of a fire axe was jammed into the back of her head, and the other was hooked through the door handle so it couldn’t be turned.
“Hello?” I yelled.
“Hello?” a voice called back. “Please, let me out. I can barely hear you, can you hear me?”
I was moving toward the body and the door before I could think. “I can hear you, I’m going to get you out.”
“Please!” the voice yelled.
Kane was shaking as we carefully tried to unhook the fire axe and move the woman’s corpse. She was still so very warm, still bleeding, but so very dead. I tried to keep my hands steady as I watched my own tears fall into the woman’s hair.
We couldn’t find a way to maneuver the axe with it still shoved in the back of someone’s head. Kane looked at me and I stared back at him as we came to a silent agreement.
I heard something on the other side of the door. I put my ear to it and called. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah!” the voice yelled back. “My friend is trying to get the other door open for me!”
I looked down at my phone –
Self [09:53PM]:Where are you?
Self [09:54PM]: Where are you?
Self [09:55PM]: Where are you?
Self [09:56PM]: Where are you?
Self [09:57PM]: Where are you?
Self [09:58PM]: Where are you?
Self [09:59PM]: Where are you?
Self [10:00PM]: Where are you?
99xxxxxxx[10:00PM]: Fuck off you told me not to answer anymore texts. I’m STILL in the stairwell, Allison. Where are YOU?
Self [10:00PM]: coming (:
Kane was already jerking on the corpse as soon as he saw me pull out my phone. I threw down the paper cutter blade and grabbed the woman’s other shoulder. I put my foot against the handle of the fire axe and Kane braced himself against the door.
With one hard tug and a disgusting sound of wet flesh separating, the librarian slumped forward towards our feet.