Jackson sent a message on his phone — _tonight was the night_. His friends replied one by one. He grabbed his bag and quietly snuck out of the house. The night air was cold, but it didn’t bother him. He walked toward the end of the street, toward the house that had been boarded up for years.

When Jackson reached it, he studied the exterior, scanning the windows. Everything was covered in thick woo...

The post-it said “I know your secret Alissa, and I’ll expose you!!” The hair on the back of her neck stood up. She felt a rush of paranoia wash over her, engulfed by panic she snatched the post-it. She nervously glanced around to see if anyone was watching, if anyone noticed. Then she quickly went back to her desk, she sat and thought “who wrote this? How much do they know?” These thoughts consume...