Jeannie typed "Melaina Johns" into the search bar and was shocked to see the results. Everything from Reddit to TikTok, stories and photos of Melaina were abundant.

One by one, Jeannie scrolled through, learning everything she could about the poor soul. She still looked familiar, but Jeannie didn't think much about it anymore since Melaina had occupied her screen almost exclusively for the better part of two hours.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a text notification.

Jeannie's pulse increased as she had grown to dread the familiar sound.


we will stop jesse. he did this before.


It was, once again, a text coming from Jeannie's number. Frustrated at the perceived spoof, Jeannie replied back.


who is this? what are u doing? leave me alone!


The phone buzzed with the incoming response:


just a friend


Jeannie threw down the phone and grabbed her head in frustrated agony. She didn't trust that any "friend" would be spoofing her number and texting her these creepy, cryptic messages.

Just then, she knew why Melaina Johns looked so familiar.

"It was her! In my dream!" Jeannie picked the phone back up and began scrolling once more. She stopped when she got to a photo of Melaina smiling big on a swing in a park.

That was her.

The pretty girl in her dream.

But Melaina was dead.

The hair on the back of Jeannie's neck stood just in time for yet another text to come through.