Finally, his mum came into his room at about nine thirty. “Mum, when I woke up this morning, everything in my room was messed up and I found this letter on my desk. I woke dad to tell him about it but he just told me to shut up, when I came back there was this second letter!” David stuttered.

“You need to calm down now, you probably messed up your room yourself and forgot about it,” his mum said to him calmly.

“But mum, what about the letter? It can’t just appear there without anyone putting it there!” David replied to her, still scared.

“Probably someone is just pulling out a trick at you, just don’t worry about it,” she stood up and walked towards the door.

Fifteen minutes later he heard his mum’s voice calling him, “David, breakfast’s ready!” As he made his way downstairs, he heard something from his room; quickly he turned and started creeping towards his room. There was another sound, this time louder. When he reached his door, he slowly pulled the handle and pushed the door open. Nothing. Then, he took a look at his desk. There was a third note: “Looks like you can’t make anyone believe.” He grabbed the note and ran down the stairs to find his parents and sister already sitting at the round table enjoying their breakfast.

“Mum, Dad! Look! There’s another one!” His parents were staring at him as if he was crazy.

“Are you writing those letters yourself? Are you trying to trick us?” his dad questioned.

“No! Please believe me, I’m not doing this to you, someone is doing it to me!” he said with a scared look on his face.

“David, you’re starting to worry me. What’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream or something?” his mum replied softly.

The conversation ended and David joined his family for breakfast.

After breakfast he went back upstairs, only to find another note: “Too late”. Now he was panic-stricken. He dashed down the stairs. “Mum, Mum!” He looked in the living room: no one there; in the kitchen: no one; the office room: no one. He went back upstairs and searched there, but couldn’t find anyone. He looked out the window to check if the car was still there. It was.

The house was empty, but the car still there. So he picked up the phone to call his mum, but the line was dead. He decided to go to his friend’s house just around the corner. He couldn’t. The door was locked; he tried the other doors, but in vain. He went for the windows – also sealed. He was about to throw a small table lamp at it, when there was a loud crashing sound from behind. He spun around….. That was all he remembered.

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