In the last chapter, Anna was reading the old X-files when a person came and put an arm around her neck. He or she threatened Anna and she doesn't know who to tell. Who and will she tell?

Anna Mulder wan't herself at the mall with Janessa. She seemed frozen, like she was in a totally different world. Anna asked herself why she wanted to read the files. Nothing scared her more than encounters with someone she didn't know, was alone with, and most of all couldn't see. Maybe she could ask her big brother William. No, he wasn't anywhere near, anyway. She'd have to have an excuse to write, and being threatened wouldn't be good enough, and then her parents would have to read it. If they did, she was in big doodoo.

Janessa was getting suspicious. She asked Anna why she was acting so weird lately.

"Anna, normally you'd be bubbling over with stories from homeroom and sixth period, but you're acting strange anymore. Has something happened?" Janessa asked.

Anna's eyes grew wide. How'd she know? It seemed that Janessa knew what Anna didn't want anyone to know. I really wish I could do that. Anna thought.

Anna sighed and whispered into Janessa's ear, "Let's talk about this in the food court. It is very loud there, and noone would hear me say it even if they tried. Lets go."

The two friends walked to the food court and Anna was right. It was incredibly loud, and the two could discuss Anna's encounter without having any eavesdroppers. Even a good eavesdropper wouldn't find a way to sneak in and listen without leaning into Anna or Janessa's faces.

Anna was having second thoughts about telling Janessa about her encounter. She didn't want to bring her best friend into danger. Anna didn't even know if the person was telling her she was in danger. How was she supposed to get the point when she was scared out of her skin?

Janessa and Anna got a secluded table to talk about it. Anna took a deep breath. She was making up a faker story out of something that had happened to her before. Aha! A story popped into her head. She began to tell it, all the while trying to keep a solomn face.

"Well, I found out today that Matt cheated on me again. With Sasha. This is the second time this has happened, and I don't want to let him go, but at the same time, I want him outta my way. What do I do?" Anna cried, trying to put on the biggest sob story she could. She pieced together an answer as Janessa answered. As the girls talked, Anna didn't see a person watching her and Janessa.

2 HOURS LATER: ANNA'S AT HOME

Anna walked through the door with a few shopping bags and set them down inside her bedroom door. She slipped off her flats and put them in the little rack which hung in the corner. As she washed her makeup off, her cell phone rang. She normally answered it without looking to see who was calling, and answered with a happy, "Hello?" but her expression changed as she heard what the person on the other end of the line said. Anna sat down on her bed and grabbed the recorder she had. She held it up to the reciever and recorded all the person had to say. He or she hung up, and Anna shut off the recorder. The teenager hung her head as she listened to what was on the recorder.

Thank God it's digital. If it were a tape fitted recorder I'd be dead. Not to mention grounded.

The message said:

"You know who I am. I'm the one who confronted you at the old office. I am someone you know. Maybe you don't remember me. But, lets get to the point. You try to trace this call and something's gonna be taken out of your life. Something big, like your brother, or a parent. Or, your boyfriend. You are probably wondering how I know you have a boyfriend. I was there when you were telling your friend the story. Your friend will get something bad soon. Like, oh, I don't know, maybe death? Maybe...anyway, you make the decision. Your boyfriend or your friend. You have a month to decide. I don't know, but if I can't resist, I may, just may, end up killing one of them. remember. I'm always listening. even when you're in a room with no doors or windows, I can hear you." Anna looked around fearfully. She should probably clean her room and wash her clothes. All of a sudden she wanted to move. If she had to move out at fifteen, she'd do it. Anything to get away from this threat.