A girl proceeds to walk into her house after getting home from a late night of studying. Calling out her dogs’ name, she notices there is no reply from the animal that normally comes rushing to her side the minute she enters the house. She then calls out her roommates name, and again. No reply. Thinking that her roommate has just gone on a walk with her dog, she flips the light switch but the lights don’t turn on…
She then hears her cell phone ring like she had just gotten a message, so she goes on a mission to find it. Going into her bedroom, she feels around in the dark on her desk thinking that this is the place she would have left it. Knocking over a glass of water, she then decides to move on to the next room.
In the kitchen, the lights still won’t turn on. She tries to find her phone on the counter, but only feels something cold. Thinking its just ice cream set out to thaw, she moves on.
Going down the hall, she hears the ding of the phone and it sounds as if it is in the bathroom. She then goes into the bathroom, and hears a dripping noise. Pushing down the faucet handle, she decides to move on because she hears the ring in the next room.
Coming to the laundry room, lights still not turning on, she sees the faint glow of her cell phone. Picking it up, it says she has one new message. The minute she presses OPEN the lights flicker on. The message is empty, but looking up written on the walls is “Trace your steps”
Becoming scared, the girl backs out of the room and heads, back forward, into the bathroom. She then sees in the reflection of the mirror, her dog hanging from the shower-head dripping slow drops of blood. Frozen with shock, she just stops in her tracks staring at the horrible sight.
The phone then rings in her hand, a new message. It reads: Continue on… She then, fearful of her life, goes on to the kitchen. She then proceeds to see a hand on the counter where she thought was ice cream. Screaming, she bolts for the front door, but it is locked. Knowing there was a big window in her room, she proceeds to run there.
Coming into the room, she sees a huge puddle of blood dripping onto her floor from the desk. She had knocked over the container holding the gruesome contents.
“What do you want from me!?” the girl screams, hot tears running down her face. She then turns to the window to see a man holding a phone. Her phone rings. She looks down.
The message shows a picture of the same man holding her roommates and her head, dripping blood, their bodies hanging in the back round…