I feel dizzy. It's hard to breath. I stare at the blank screen for several minutes, trying to decide what to do. Questions flew through my mind. Who took this video? Why had they taken it? How did they know when it was going to happen? Was I meant to find this? Is this mystery person on my side, or on His side? Hell, I don't even know whose side He is on.
What do I do?
I turn my gaze away from my television and to the second tape. I want to watch it, but at the same time, I'm terrified to do so. Another question makes its way into the chaos of my thoughts. Where is the third tape? I hadn't taken it from the bag since I shoved it under my bed. Had someone else taken it? My Mom? No, she would have mentioned something. Who else? The same person who took this video?
Oh, God.
I glance at my window and make sure that it's locked, and I shut the blinds for good measure. Someone is watching me, and I don't like it. I don't like it at all. What I wanted was answers, but all I'm getting is an even worse case of paranoia. I look at the second tape again, and sit down in front of my TV. It takes me a few minutes arguing with my shoulder consciences for me to decide to watch the second tape. I'm already in too deep as it is, why should I stop now?
I guide the second tape into the slot and hit the play button. The VHS whirs quietly as the film begins to roll. I brace myself and prepare for the worst, though I have no idea what the worst may be. I don't think I want to find out.
The picture comes into focus. It's the front of my school. The view looks like it's from the parking lot. My heart drops. How did I not notice someone in the parking lot with a camera? I'm sitting there with Katrina, the day Missy died. After a few minutes, I get up and walk off screen, going to the trail that leads through the park.
The camera cuts out and the picture changes. This time, it shows the main street that runs through my town. I enter the frame, walking on the sidewalk. The camera follows me as I go, and zooms in as I enter 7-11. It keeps track of me through the window of the small store, and follows me again as I exit and begin my walk home. Why did this person video tape this? They must know I frequent this place. Maybe they wanted to keep note of it.
It cuts out and changes again. It's that odd little abandoned house I found when I adventured off the trail in the park. Where I found the tapes. Whoever is holding the camera walks forward and enters the house. They slip a backpack off and set it on the floor, setting the camera down beside it. By the way this person's legs look, I assume that it's a guy.
I watch as he unzips the bag and puts two tapes into it. When he reaches over to the camera and the picture cuts out, I assume it's to put this current tape into the bag as well.
When the picture appears again, I'm caught off guard by the setting. A small sound of fear escapes me as I stare at the front of my house on the television.
This person knows where I live.