Lock Your Doors.

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Dear Editor of Jamaa Journal, I have something to say.

'Lock your doors every night until I give the word to stop. There is someone after you, and I do not want you to die. Again, lock your doors, I beg. And also, watch for the Key to drop from the door and hide. Hide your best, under your bed. If you die........... I hope your daughter finds this. She is your last hope.'

Love, A stranger

I looked at the letter. Trying to rip open the code. Trying to find what she means. I locked the doors quickly, and the windows, and went to Father's office. Or mine now. He died a few nights ago. All I had heard was a screech and my dad screaming in pain. He had tossed the letter away that morning, and that night he was killed. Who is writing this, I wondered.

I heard a knock on the door. And I realized it was night.