Jax's POV

    "W-what?" I ask. He pulls out his phone and shows me the texts. Immediately the number hits me. That's Unknown's number. I stare at it. There was was a single long message that basically read 'I'm the murderer. You can't find me, but good luck trying.' I mentally face palm and then feel my phone go off. I look at it. It's fucking Unknown.

U: Delete my contact for now. Delete all previous chats. 

    I do as he said without looking suspicious. I look back up at Toby. My phone goes off and I pull it out in front of him. It was from Unknown. I look at him and show him. It was the same detailed message that he got. 
    "Hmmm, well maybe everyone in our group got the message?" Toby ponders. He puts his hand to his face. "I should show my dad, but it would be better if we  wait." He nods at himself. He's so self centered and stupid it's sickening. Well he thinks this is the right thing to do, but it's not. He should of showed his father, but he didn't. At least he's trying. "I should show the others!" He gets up and leaves.
    "I don't like that boy," a voice from the wall states. I turn over to face the wall that the noise came out of. A single pale hand pops out of the wall. It waves at me. 
    "U-unknown, i-is th-that y-you?" I ask tripping on the sentence. The hand puts its thumb up.
    "Yup, it's me," he replies. 
    "But h-how?" I question. A person shouldn't be able to go through a wall, so this isn't normal.  He really shouldn't be in fucking wall.
    "It's simple, I can move through them. I am inside it. It's just one of the things I can do," he answers.
    "That didn't answer my question," I tell him sternly. The hand goes back into the wall. I roll my eyes at it. 
    "Hey! If I knew I would tell you," he yells into my ear. I turn around. He's not there. I frantically look around the room. Only I am in here. But how?
    "Are you even real?" I ask, while trying not to panic. A chuckle fills the room.
    "Of course I am," he whispers into my other ear. He puts his hand on my shoulders. "If you were to see me you'd probably freak out." I look at one of his hands.
    "What makes you think that?" I ask him. With his left hand he pats my left shoulder. He chuckles and he starts backing away from me. His hands slide off of my shoulders. I turn around and is met by his back. He has his arms crossed. He disappears into thin air. "W-what?"
    "Turn around," he orders. I turn around and he is sitting across from me. The hood he is wearing is pulled down, so I can only see his mouth. His face is as pale as his hands. He is giving me a devilish smile. His face shape is similar to someone else's, but whose? "What? Look, I know you might think I'm not real, but I am. If I took off my hood then you'd freak out, since I look kind of like someone you know."
    "What do you look like my dad?" I joke. 
    "No," he bluntly answers. It is kind of scary.
    "So, I have a couple questions for you," I tell him. 
    "Shoot," he says. He points two finger guns at me.
    "First, what instrument do you play? Second, how did Christopher get into my house if the windows were locked? Last, can you tell me your name?" I ask him. Hopefully he can answer all of them. One was a little risky, but I thought I might give it a try. If he doesn't answer then oh well.
    "The answer to your first question is the flute. To answer your second question is he picked the lock. I'm not answering your last question," he explains. Knew it. Of course he wouldn't answer  the question about his name. I want  to know so badly, but he just won't tell me. I cross my arms. "What?"
    "I wanted to know your name," I pout. He gives off a quiet chuckle. 
    "You'll have to try harder than that," he says. With that he disappears, again. "Your dad is getting home early, so I'd get to your room in a little bit." He's in the wall, again. Does he have to be in the wall? Is that really necessary? I shake my head and head upstairs. I flop onto my bed. Well, onto my bookbag that I never took off. I sit up and throw my bookbag off. "Shouldn't you do your homework?" I roll my eyes
    "Yes," I sigh. 

(A/n) Ello, it's me ,the author. I'm glad that you are reading my book. It means a lot to me!!! I hope you have a great rest of your day!!! Hope to see you in the next chapter! Bye! ~Tiny