A-z+story!

“**F**rankie left this for you.” “**G**reat,” Abby mumbled. **H**er brown eyes darted from the gold heart locket in her hand to her mother, searching her eyes. **I**ncreasingly curious, Abby opened the necklace. “**J**ust do what the locket says,” her mother suggested. * * “**P**lease meet me at the gym’s back door at 3,” the second note read. **Q**uizzically, Abby peered at the bottom of the note. **R**ed ink sprawled two letters: L and M. * “**V**ery sorry I couldn’t meet you. **W**ill you let me inform you on the message your great-uncle Frankie wanted me to tell you?” E**x**cited, Abby replied. “**Y**es.” “**Z**zZzZ.... it’s a bore; I’m your long-lost brother.”
 * A**bby gazed at her folded hands resting in her lap. **B**lack painted nails on top of her also black gown stared back at her. **C**assie, her best friend, mouthed to Abby across the room, “It’ll be over soon.”
 * D**rearily, Abby and her family exited the funeral of her beloved great-uncle. **E**mily, her mother, thrust a locket into Abby’s hands.
 * K**icking a rock on the way to school the next morning, Abby wondered what the note meant. **L**.A. and C.A. were written in red ink in messy handwriting on the crumpled piece of papyrus.
 * M**aking a note of it on her hand, Abby pondered its meaning the rest of the school day. **N**othing came to mind.
 * O**pening her locker was a great ordeal, and when Abby finally unlocked the thing, another note fluttered out.
 * S**hivering, Abby leaned against the back door of the gym. **T**wenty minutes had passed since three o’ clock, and Abby was getting more and more impatient by the second. **U**nlocking her cell phone, Abby saw a new text message from an unknown number.

I found this from last year. Ours were not intended to be horror stories, as do yours.