Toying with them

“I doubt. Why are you suddenly acting like a baby?” Miles demanded in an annoying tone, looking fed up with our twin. “That's not —”

“Mike is right,” I stated, pointing to the last line.

Together, we all leaned down to read the content, choosing not to think of the last night I pointed to because it would make reading it all creepy as hell.

Unknown: How are you guys enjoying the game? Do you think I'm creative because of that? Well, I know how good I am. You don't have to praise me.

You left summer alone at home, didn't you? Aren't you worried I might sneak in and snatch her from you? Sleeping peacefully on the bed, she won't know what's happening until she's on my turf.

P. S

I wrote this with the blood of my recent victim. East of the pack, near the mall. Thank me later for the tip.

“Fuck, Summer is in danger!” I gasped, reaching for my phone. “We need to go home!”

My twins didn't ask questions because they knew the gravity of the message. For him to know she was sleeping, it cou