Pendant.

Maga

I knew these creeps, will not leave us alone. And it was too good to be true that they left me with a head injury and never left a message or more like a warning. I let out an exhausted breath and took a seat on the bed.

“What does the letter say this time?” I asked Heath, not bothering to ask what they left because I was certain that it is another one of those provoking letters.

“There was no letter this time,” Heath said, which made me look at him surprisingly.

“If it isn't a letter, then what is it?” I asked Heath, and he moved towards Ashton’s drawer and took out a black plastic bag, and handed it to me without a word. I stared at the bag as if it held some sort of a virus.