My blood ran cold as I picked the note up to be met with a picture of me sleeping, holding the picture of my family securely to my chest. It looked like it had been taken from the window that was on the other side of the room. My room was on the second floor of the pack house. How would someone be able to take a picture from outside the window if there was nowhere to stand to take the picture in the first place?

I dropped both the picture and note onto the dresser and started to back away. I didn't want to believe it was real. I've...