Amy's POV
At the morning, Emily called me and the others, telling us to meet at the woods. Hanna and I came together to the woods, there we meet Emily, Aria and Spencer. We walked in line; Emily, me, Aria, Hanna and Spencer.

"Whose idea was this, again?" Hanna asked. "Emily's mom," I replied. "The shed was me. My mom just said we should do something for us," Emily said.

"Well, couldn't we do something without mosquitoes?" Hanna asked. "They're not mosquitoes, they're gnats," Aria corrected. "Whatever! They're small and annoying, and they're flying up my nose," My sister complained.

"Well, they're attracted to your perfume. And your hair product. And your lip gloss," Spencer said. Hanna glanced behind her, "So, what are you saying, I attract flies?"

"Gnats," Aria and I corrected and Hanna just rolled her eyes at us. "Why do I feel like this is the wrong way?" Emily asked and we stopped walking. "No, this is it. I remember that tree," Spencer said, pointing at the big tree in front of us. "It's the halfway point. There's 136 steps left to the shed."

"Have you been out here since ... Alison?" I asked her, frowning. "Me? No. No way," Spencer replied, crossing her arms. "But you remember that tree," Aria remarked, pointing to her side on the tree.

"You guys, it's not that weird. I mean, we came out here in eighth grade like, every day ... even after," Hanna said. "I think this is totally the wrong place to do this," Spencer said. "Whatever you call it ... shrine."

"It's not a shrine. It's just a place to remember Alison. What's wrong with that?" Emily asked. "Doing it way out here makes it look like we have something to hide," Spencer asked. "You're worried what other people think?" Emily asked. "Well, aren't you?" Spencer asked. "Do you really want to give that creepy Detective more reasons to question us?"

Hanna and I exchanged glances before she walked pass us and I followed her, behind me following Aria, Emily and Spencer.

"Hanna, why are you two so quiet?" Emily asked. "I'm trying to keep the bugs in my nose and out of my mouth," My sister said. "Han, you're allowed to have an opinion on this," I said.

"You want my opinion?" Hanna asked as she turned around and we all stopped, "I say we hold off and not remember her 'til we know for sure she's not still here."

"What?" I asked. "What are you talking about?" Aria asked. "You think she's still alive?" Emily asked. "Hanna, they found her body," Spencer said. "Stop. I'm officially scared," Aria said, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"Can we just not ..." Hanna cut her off, "You know, you asked for my opinion. I don't believe she's really gone." She turned and started to walk away. Spencer followed her, "We went to her funeral!"

Aria, Emily and I followed as Hanna replied, "Yeah, and when we left we all got a text from her." I shook my head, "It wasn't her," I said. "Someone is messing with us," Emily added.

"How do you know? And what about all those nasty messages? I mean, how does this "A" person know stuff only Ali knew?" Hanna asked.

"Okay, this conversation is giving me a hive," Aria said. Hanna stopped and turned around, "That's a bite. Mosquito," She stated and Aria gave her a look.

"Spencer, have you gotten any more messages?" Emily asked. "Haven't you?" Spencer asked, crossing her arms. Emily was about to reply when we all heard some branches snapping.

"What was that? Did you hear that?" Emily asked me and Aria. "Yes, we heard that. We are standing right next to you," Aria remarked.

"Hello? Is anybody out there?" Hanna asked. "It's probably a rabbit," I said and Spencer nodded in agreement. "Hello?" Hanna called again.

"It's a rabbit, Hanna. It's not gonna answer you," Spencer stated. "Can we just please get to the shed?" I asked and Aria grabbed my hand, freaking out too.

We heard branches snapping again. "Okay, that is definitely not a rabbit. Someone's out there," Hanna said. "Let's turn around," Emily said and we all were about to walk away when all our phones rang.

We all looked at the text;

Heads up, BFFs. It's open season on liars and I'm hunting ...
- A

We all looked up from our phones and exchanged frightened glances before looking around.