Thanks for all the lovely words. J They inspire me soo much! I know I should space out my timing in between when I update… but this story is so fun!… would spacing it out be a good idea? Haha, anyways, here's the thirds installment to the story. J

Macy's breathing picked up as she looked around the room, her range of sight limited by the lockers. Then she quickly threw on her shirt in case they needed to run.

"Macy?" Stella stepped closer, then her voice went soft as Macy's face twisted with terror "Macy, you need to calm down."

Macy took a small step back, so her back was facing the locker, and nearly touching it, but she didn't want to hurt the scratches.

No… No. This wasn't right. She wasn't in her house anymore, so it shouldn't be happening. It he lived in her house, so it had to stay in her house… right? Then her heart stopped once she realized it. If it did follow her here… she slowly looked at Stella, right into those memorable brown eyes. If it was in the locker room, Stella was in danger.

And as if on cue, a huge black mass started to appear right behind Stella. A tall bulky shadow of a man was slowly forming, an arm around Stella, but she didn't seem to notice it. The black mist thickly oozing from his presence.

For a minute, Macy couldn't breath, but them Stella's eyes widen, and she placed her hand on her chest, "I.. I can't breath."

With a sudden burst of courage and love, Macy grabbed Stella's wrist and pulled he away from him.

"Macy!" Stella gasped in surprise, and Macy stood protectively in front of her, scared and determined. She knew she was doing exactly what it wanted, it wanted her to interact with it and it had finally found her weak spot… her friends.

"Macy what has gotten into you?" Stella nearly shrieked, attempting to turn Macy around, but she was nearly immovable, and Stella tried to look at Macy's face, but saw her eyes fixed, and glaring hard into another pair, but when she looked to where Macy was looking, she saw no one.

It was jut standing there, with his head hanging down. He was solid, and the blackness was like a thick mist around him, and it was slowly creeping its way toward the girls and Macy took a step back, making Stella back up too. Macy didn't dare to take her eyes off of him, she didn't like how still he was.

"Macy.." Stella whispered with fear, "Macy what are you looking at?" Stella tried to desperately see what Macy was.

It drew in a large, raspy jagged breath, "Macy…" It said as it breathed out, and her muscles tensed and Stella grabbed a handful of Macy's shirt with wide eyes. "..Misa.."

Stella couldn't breath, "What. Was. That?" She was able to choke out.

Macy looked over her should at Stella, "You heard him?"

"Him?" Stella exclaimed, "There's a guy in the bathroom?"

Macy looked back and the man took a step forward, and no longer wanting her best friend being in danger, Macy turned to Stella, "Run. We have to run!"

"Where? From what?" Stella stammered as she turned around and rushed around the corner with Macy in tow.

Macy knew it was planning something.

"Into the hallway." Macy also knew it was feeding off the shadows that were being cast by the lockers.

Macy nearly tripped on her two feet as Stella also stumbled in the small space that made running awkward. Macy helped Stella get back to her feet, but then suddenly, her foot was yanked out from underneath her. She slammed down against the floor with a thud and it knocked the air out of her.

Stella stopped and looked back, "Macy!" She went to reach and help her back up, only she started sliding backwards, "Macy?" Then she looked further back and it looked like something invisible was dragging Macy's foot.

"Stella!" Macy gasped, trying to reach for something to stop herself.

"M-Macy.." Stella said breathlessly, having no idea what was going on. Her knees buckled and she nearly fell over; not knowing what to do.

Macy was gasping for air, trying to catch her breath back. And that's when Stella jumped up and drove to grab Macy's hand. They both grabbed each other frantically, only have one chance at it. Stella clasped her hand around Macy's wrist and Macy did the same, then both of the girls grabbed with their other hands. That's when Stella felt the force of something pull on Macy.

"Oh my God." She whispered breathlessly, unable to believe the fact something had a hold of Macy that couldn't be seen.

:"Just don't let go Stella." The strength was heard in her voice, along with something Stella didn't understand, the horror, like she was scared for her life; which made Stella even more scared. Macy finally looked up and meet eyes with Stella; and the blonde was astonished to see the leaking tears down her best friend's face. The face of the girl who hasn't cried since her she was four, even when she broke her left or sprained her ankle. Not even when her and Nick got into a heated argument. Not even when she was attacked by a dog.

And right now her eyes screamed that she was absolutely petrified. Letting her down was not even an option.

"I will never." Stella spoke threw her teeth as she began to pull Macy, putting her feet against the bench in between the walls of lockers. The love for Macy somehow made her stronger, then suddenly Macy was released sending the two slipping a little ways.

"Go go! Stella the door!" Macy demanded hoarsely, already getting to her feet, picking Stella up by the arms.

Stumbling, the stylist was able to get to her feet, with Macy pushed her towards the door. With their lives depending on it, the girls ran for the door. Macy glanced around to find him, and he appeared in the corner closest to the door, the direction Stella was running. He held his arms up slowly, towering, ready.. Hungry.

"No! Stella!" Macy cried, grabbing Stella's arms and yanking her backwards, turning on her heels and throwing her behind her.

Stella was thrown to the floor violently, then she turned to Macy in bewilderment, "What?" She hissed, but Macy had her back to her.

"Take me. Not her." It was heard in her voice that she was crying.

Stella couldn't bring herself to believe it. "Mac…" Her voice died out, when Macy started to making choking noises; like she was struggling for air.

"Macy?" She got to her feet, and was about to run for her.. Only she stopped in her tracks as Macy began to stand on her tip toes, without meaning too. And Stella could only watch as her feet came off the around; her breathing in small gasps. "M-Macy?"

"…run." Was just barely heard cross Macy's lips.

With tears in her eyes, Stella was frozen to the ground. Her eyes glanced at the door, but Macy was getting higher into the air. A grunt left Macy as she suddenly flew a little ways and slide across the floor, sliding into the opposite wall hard.

"Macy!" Stella began to run toward her friend, noticing a large black, hardly visible mark in the corner of the room, but ignored it.

"Stella!" Macy tried to warn in between cough for air.

Stella heard enormous footsteps coming from behind her, shaking the floor as she approached Macy, who saw the monster charging their way. And as she took in a ragged breath threw her raw throat, it raised it's hand, coming closer to the innocent, naïve Stella. And before Macy was able to do anything, the man grabbed Stella by the arms.

"Stella!" Macy screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to climb to her feet, but before Macy was able to do anything, or Stella was even to realize what was happening, she was thrown across the room and directly into a row of lockers, then falling to the ground.

Macy's eyes widen, as she stared, waiting for her to move. She never did, "Oh my God…" She whispered, "Stella?" She went to take a step forward, but a pain shot up her left leg, taking her to the ground. Macy knew she wasn't able to walk so she crawled her way as fast as she could to her unconscious friend. Tears left her eyes instantly, there was a cut on Stella's forehead, and her eyes looked to delicately closed. "Stella?" Her voice was trembling as bad as her hands as she cautiously reached out and touched her face.

When Stella's eyes didn't open, another powerful emotion flooded Macy's system. Anger. Rage. Hate. Violent.

"What do you want?" Macy nearly hollered, "If you want my soul, take it!" She pleaded threw her gritted teeth, "If you want me dead, kill me. Just leave them out of this."

It wasn't moving, and that irritated Macy.

"What are you waiting for? Huh? I said do it! Whatever you want from me, take it already!" She hollered, glaring.

"It's something.." It breathed out, "That you don't…" It took in a slow, ragged, pain breathed, "you have yet.."

"What?" She squinted her eyes, and then suddenly her arms felt like it was on fire. In an instant she was pulled to her feet, pain coursing threw her system because of whatever was wrong with her leg. She struggled to get out of it's grip, and then it tossed her carelessly away from Stella.

The last thing Macy saw was the shadow man looking down at Macy, and she could have sworn she smell something burning, before everything blurred out into blackness