Chapter 6:

This couldn't be happening. Sara's heart raced as she just stood there, in her bathroom, the water running, staring at the letter. Her fingers twitched in anxiety, questioning if she should read the letter or run out of the hotel room flailing and screaming until she got as far away as possible. She had checked the room. There was no way this person that was writing the letters could have known where she was. SHE HAD CHECKED THE ROOM WHEN SHE ARRIVED. That meant the letter must've come after that…This thought worried her and she wanted more than anything to just run, but instead her hand reached out and grabbed the letter. She mentally screamed at her hand to stop but it thought for itself and soon she found her finger gliding itself underneath the glued down flap of the envelope. The small ripping noise sounded like drums in a school band playing next to her, her heartbeat like the sound of an intruder when it is dark and you are forced to depend on your hearing to tell what's around you and to tell what's going to happen to you. Sara squeezed her eyelids shut as tight as possible before slipping the thin piece of paper from the envelope containing it.

It read:

'Dear Sara,

How are you? I hope you had a good nights rest my little blueberry muffin for what is ahead of you will certainly take a quite a bit out of you. Like I mentioned in my previous letter I am needing a favor from you. You know your little friend Greggy- Poo? What am I saying! Of course you do, that is after all why you are going to the asylum in the first place isn't it? Well don't. Don't go that is. You won't find anything there. You will try, but you won't succeed and when you do, it will be too late. I am more than sure your little mind is racing at this. What I mean when I say that you won't succeed is that you won't find ME. Obviously, I'm already gone, and it would be a waste of your time. You may think that maybe you would find me by asking who has escaped in the last couple of months, but it won't help. I haven't escaped my dear, I've merely disappeared. You would understand if you understood but you don't so you won't and that is that. A very complicated matter that you should not trouble yourself over. Just await your next letter and keep being so easy to track!

Ta-Ta My Love,

Your car crash buddy

(Who might sue by the way, I subdued extreme damage. And all to get your attention)

P.S. Please stop almost dying from panic every time I decide to come in contact with you. As long as you give me the information I need I won't hurt you, and I promise that no little monsters will be jumping out of my letters anytime soon.

Sara's heart beat faster, threatening to ease its way into her throat…not go to the asylum? No, she had to; it was her only lead to finding out what was going on. But he had said himself she wouldn't find anything…that he hadn't run away…he had just merely disappeared. But what did that mean?

Her hand shook with fear and she found herself losing grip on the open letter, dropping it into the running water. Her breaths were coming in hazy rasps now as she once again thought of how the letter could have possibly made it into the hotel bathroom. SHE HAD CHECKED THE ROOM. SHE HAD LOOKED AT THE BATHROOM MIRROR. She had locked her door, checked the window, and even had checked underneath the stupid bed, letting her childhood fears overwhelm her. Nothing had been there.

Now she unsteadily made her way into the bedroom area, clumsily grabbing hold of her suitcase and quickly grabbing her items and stuffing them inside. Zipping it up she headed for the door, not walking, but at a full pace run now, whipping it open and knocking down the maid there to give her her breakfast, sending her huge meal flying into the hallway and onto the innocent woman, but she didn't care.

If the person writing the notes found her rather easy to track, she was going to run. She was going to run, and hide, and make his chase miserable. But first, she was going to visit the asylum because obviously, there was something to hide. Something he didn't want her to find. And she was going to find it. Whether it put her own life in danger. She would find it.