Death wandered the streets at night, prowling for victims. Except that he wasn't looking for his typical victim. He was searching for the one who was threatening Ginny.
She had caught him up with everything. It all started after Jane's death. She had received a text message from an unknown number and since then, this person had been constantly harassing her. She believed that he got her number when she signed up for an account at some sketchy website to access an article for her job. And since then, her life has been hell.
He prowled and prowled, searching for the man who was hurting Ginny and killing all her loved ones. He was Death and he had powers, but he couldn't affect electronics. He revisited all the important locations in his true form, where nobody was able to see him.
But his search was fruitless.
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Ginny's eyes opened and she felt utter peace. But as she blinked, memories of her circumstances touched her mind and the dread pressed against her chest. She felt vomit rising up to her throat but she forced it back down. All she had now was Bale and her mother. And for some reason, she knew that she was going to lose everything.
She got up from bed and picked up her phone. As she tapped on the screen, she was taken aback by the amount of messages from Instagram she had received. Her eyes glossed over the messages. They were nasty.
She unlocked her phone and tapped into Instagram, and felt her life crumbling at her feet all over again.
In her latest post was a screenshot of the death threat that she had sent her stalker. It had gone viral and scores of people who were curious about Harold's death had flooded her post with comments and her DMs with hateful words.
Murderous bitch.
I bet you killed your sister too.
Go kill yourself.
Ginny let her phone fall to the ground, and she let herself fall back into bed, where she begged for sleep to overtake her and remove her from the pain.
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Three days later, the man was seated at a cafe, waiting for Ginny. She had hired him online after hearing that he was an IT professional and one of the best hackers who was willing to meet up with someone rumoured to be a killer. The man did not mind. Why?
She had promised him 10K for his services.
As she dropped to the seat opposite him, she slid a kraft envelope over to him. He opened it and checked the contents.
All 10K was inside.
If he gave her 1K, would she give him a blowjob? He laughed inwardly at his own thoughts.
"Well," she said, passing him her phone. "I need you to find out who hacked into my Instagram. I want his location."
The man took her phone and plugged it to his computer. He fired up some software and entered some codes. Slowly, the picture of what happened started to form.
He pursed his lips and stared at her. "I know what happened."
"What?"
"I don't know what to tell you, but you were the one who uploaded that post."
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"What do you mean? How is that possible? I didn't do it."
"Look, I can't help you fabricate data and tell the police for you that you didn't kill this man…"
"I don't fucking care about that. I didn't post that fucking picture!"
"Hmm…" he said as he pondered his options. Was this girl mad?
"Look at this chat history," the girl said to him, tapping into a chat window. He read everything.
"Looks like you have a stalker."
"He's killing everyone I love! I know he hacked my Instagram and I can't sit around to wait for him to kill the rest of the people I love!"
"Hmm, let me think," the man said. She was crazy. "Tell me anything weird that happened to your phone."
"I signed up for some account at a weird website, and I don't know sometimes I leave it open at a cafe because the crime rate is low."
Is she stupid?
"Well, did you hand your password over to anyone recently?"
"Yeah, I dropped my phone not too long ago and arranged to meet this person outside so he could return it to me. He accidentally smashed the screen and left it at a phone repair centre. He paid for everything and I got my phone back. I had to give my password to the repairman."
It was starting to make sense.
"Okay, this is what happened. This man is your stalker, alright? He was the guy at the phone repair centre. You gave him your password and he installed spyware into your phone and cloned it too. That's how he uploaded that post from your phone. What is the address to that store?"
She gave it to him.
"Look," he said, turning his laptop over to face her. "There is no phone repair centre located there. That was your stalker."
Her jaw dropped low.
"Did you get a good look at him?"
"No," she said.
"Of course you didn't."
"Crap, what do I do?"
The man entered more code into his computer. "You really do have spyware. He's listening into this conversation right now, and watching us right this second. You have to throw away this phone."