New story! Okay, so I think that this is going to end up being more of a horror/scary story than a dramatic one like my other story. Go check it out if you haven't read it! Anyways, I want to do a contest sort of thing for a character. I need:

Gender:

Age:

Appearance (hair/eye color, height):

Personality:

Other important details:

So if you guys could enter that, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks guys!

On with the story…

Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally, or it would probably not be on Disney channel The only thing that belongs to me is the plot.

SAMANTHA'S POV

I was out running, like I am every morning. Something about fall is just soothing to me. Maybe it's the fresh, crisp air, or the beautiful colors of falling leaves at the park where I'm running. The clear sky is beautiful, and even though it's early, there are soft streaks of pink and orange, and the sun has started rising. I paused to take it all in. Just then, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out. 1 new message, the screen read. I clicked view. Hello Samantha. I had no idea who sent it, but it must just be a coincidence.

When I got home, I saw something taped to my front door. A note. I opened it.

I'm sure you have questions for me. And you'd probably love to know who I am. But that's not important. What's important is that I know who you are.

The note was unsigned. I was trembling when I finished reading it. This has to be a stupid prank pulled by a kid at school. It had to be. I walked into the house and showered off. I thought the notes had stopped! I'd been getting them for a week today. All of them were creepy, short, scary, and anonymous. But I didn't tell anyone. The notes are just an annoying practical joke, right?

I finished getting ready for school. Grabbing my backpack, I headed out the door and walked over. I showed up early, even earlier than Ally Dawson, who's always there at least half an hour before school started. With 45 minutes left before class started, I decided I'd go to my locker to get supplies to work on a project for my art teacher. When the door opened, a scrap of paper fell out. Not another note, I thought. Sighing, I unfolded the note.

I know lots about you Samantha. I know you prefer to be called Sam. I know that you're an only child. I know you'll turn 17 in a week. Well at least it was super-secret information. I was about to discard it when I saw the writing on the back. And I know when you'll die. Now. I dropped the note and whirled around. A figure dressed in black was standing there. Before I could even scream, they pulled out a knife.

ALLY'S POV

I walked into the school, early as usual. Everything was quiet, calm, and peaceful. That was the way I liked it. I decided to go to my locker, then head to homeroom. I had a song idea for Austin, and I wanted to get it written down. I got close to my locker, and saw something, no, someone on the floor. Heart in my throat, I walked closer. It was Sam. Her golden, curly hair spread across the floor, her green eyes glassy, her freckled face pale. And her throat slit, with a knife in her chest. I screamed. We didn't know each other well, but we had a few classes together and had worked on projects together. She had recently transferred to our school. And now she was laying in front of our lockers. Dead.

So, how was it? I think it turned out pretty good for my first attempt at a story like this. Review, tell me what you think.

Also, I know this was kind of short, but it's kind of like a prologue to the story than an actual chapter. The next one will be longer!

-Morgan