Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25389512-20141204041300

Lloyd_Freeman113 is following you!

        I never understood the obsession with social media.

        I mean really why do people like posting random photos or writing random tweets. I don't see the attraction of sending out whatever weird thing's in my mind and having someone liking the random thing I came up with.

        My name is Mike, and I'm 16 years old. I'm not exactly the most liked person in the world. Some find my personality rather sarcastic and cynical. My biggest problem is my negative outlook on everything. I don't try to be negative, but I always seem to come across that way now matter how optimistic I try to sound.

        One day, my only real friend (who I'll call Matt) talked me into getting a twitter. Now being the negative asshole I am, I listed all the reasons I don't want one: social media is stupid, I don't care what someone else is thinking, it's all just a way for teenagers to delude themselves into thinking people care about what they think because they like some tweet you post. Basically unintentionally sounding like a dick. In the end,I was finally convinced and I created one.

        I rarely ever posted anything, and when I did it was usually about something funny I saw. I only had 23 followers mostly from people I barely knew.

        One night, I posted about a funny scene from South Park, and I received a favorite from someone I never met. The man went by the username Lloyd_Freeman113. I also noticed he started following me.

        Curious, I messaged him.

        Me: "Hey do I know u?"

        I waited. Two minutes later he finally responded

        Lloyd: "Nope."

        Me: "So what do u want"

        Lloyd: "Just wanted to talk."

        Me: "Why were you checking out my twitter then, freak?"

        Two minute later.

        Lloyd: "I find u interesting."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        At this point, I was getting annoyed.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "Wow dude, do just spend ur free time checking out random peoples twitter just so you can try to freak them out, that's really, really sad.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        He stopped messaging me.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "Nothing say? Fine c ya pussy."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I went to school the next day and I told Matt about what happened. "

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "Yo, some dude named Lloyd, messaged me on Twitter  do u know him?" Matt started acting nervous.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "No, never heard of him." I could tell there was something up with him.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "Are you ok?" I said, "You look sick."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "I'm fine." He said in a shaky tone. "I just didn't sleep much that's all." Now this I could believe because Matt looked like he hadn't got any sleep in weeks. "I have to go." Matt said, and he ran off faster then I could say goodbye.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        That was weird I thought, but I decided it was probably nothing.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I was doing homework one night, when my mom got home from work. "Mike, you got a letter from someone. Curious what it was I went downstairs to see who it was from. It was most likely from my Grandma because she's the only one I know who still sends letters. I went downstairs, and read the address on the letter. It was Matt's. It didn't make sense, who the hell sends letters to their friend's house when they could just text them. I opened it.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "Mike, I'm sending you this letter, because it's the only way I can contact you. Lloyd_Freeman113 is dangerous, he has hacked my twitter, my phone, everything. He says he's following me, I'm too scared to leave my home. Please Mike help me!"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        My first thought was 'what the hell'. I didn't really know what was going on so I showed my mom. She started acting really concerned and called Matt's house but no one answered. She then called Matt's parents, and they were on vacation, and they said Matt was home with his Grandma. I assumed Matt didn't hear it and I just thought he was playing a joke on me, so I dismissed it.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        That same night, I posted about a movie I liked, and Lloyd favored it again. I decided to check out his Twitter account. He had no tweets, no followers, and was following only one person, me. I messaged him.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "Hey."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "Hello"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "What's up is Matt there?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "No he's in his room."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "Ok well is this Lloyd?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "Yes."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "So... what's up "Lloyd"?

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "I like your tweet, you have such an interesting mind."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "Why thank you "Lloyd" I'm so happy you like my tweets."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "So you're watching TV, you sure do that a lot."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Wtf I thought, but then I remembered it's Matt, and he knows that's pretty much all I do.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "You know me Lloyd, love my TV."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "What are you thinking about."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "I'm just wondering when my friend will stop being such an asshole."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "Who's this friend of yours."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        At this point I was sick of this crap.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "C ya Matt, I mean "Lloyd" tomorrow."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "Well you'll see one of us." <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I didn't respond.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        The next day, I noticed Matt wasn't at school. I tried texting him but I got no answer. 'He's probably sick or something' I thought.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        At night, I received a text from Matt.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Matt: "Hey this is Lloyd."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "Seriously we're still doing this shit."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Matt: "What do you mean?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "When your done being a dick, text me."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I stopped texting him. This was getting weird, Matt was missing school, and for some reason was still trying to prank me. I didn't understand why, because it clearly wasn't working, but I dismissed it again. Although I was getting concerned for Matt's health.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I was at school, and again no Matt. I was getting worried that maybe he was really sick, so I called him, and again I got no response. "What the hell is going on?" I said out loud.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Later that day, and I was in Algebra class bored out of my mind when I got a text.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Matt: "Hey how's school."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "Matt where are you? Are you ok?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Matt: "This is Lloyd Freeman."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "SEROUSLY GIVE IT A REST ALREADY"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Matt: "You look bored."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Matt: "I hate Math too."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Now this was getting weird, but Matt probably knows my schedule, so again I just ignored it. I was getting really pissed off though.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "Dude stop it ok. You're annoying me, you're missing school, and for what, to play a stupid joke on me."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Matt: "I hate finding absolute values and inequalities, it's so hard."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Now I was getting creeped out. Matt's been out of school for days, and we just started learning this today.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "Matt, r u outside?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        No response.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        After school I went to his house.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "Matt! Open up, what the hell is going on." I yelled. Just then I heard a loud "BANG!" coming from in Matt's room. I ran inside "Matt, Matt!" I yelled. I ran up to his room. 'What the hell happened' I thought. When I opened the door, There was a huge blood stain on it, and some slimy goo was all over the floor. I looked inside, and I slowly turned the corner. I peeked my head into his room, and was horrified by what I saw. I saw Matt with a gun in his hand, and his brains splattered all over the wall.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "MATT!" I yelled. "HOLY SHIT! MATT!" I panicked and ran to his phone to call the cops.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        The cops showed up five minutes later and they asked me some questions but I was paralyzed by shock, so I didn't answer. That image of Matt was burned into my mind, and I couldn't move. 'Why?' I thought, 'why did he he do it?'

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        My mom showed up a ten minutes later, and they tried to comfort me. She asked me if I was ok, and what happened, but I couldn't answer. The police still had questions, so  my parents drove me to the police station for questioning.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "Young man, I know you've been through a lot today but I need you to tell me what happened."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "I d-don't know" I whispered. "I went over to Matt's house to talk to him, a-and I heard a bang so I went upstairs, and there he was... dead." I softly cried.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "Was he acting strange recently? Did he talk to you at all?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "Yes, he sent me a letter, he told me that this guy named Lloyd who messaged me on Twitter was following him and that he asked for help. I just assumed he was joking, but he kept messaging me pretending to be Lloyd, that's why I went over to his house."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        The police said they would investigate this further. They believed that something caused Matt to snap, most likely he was suffering from depression. They said they would contact his parents, and they would keep in touch.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I cried for days. I didn't go to school, and I never left my room.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I was on my bed and I heard a beep go off on my phone, and I checked it. I couldn't believe it. It was Lloyd. 'What the fuck!' I thought, this can't be happening right, 'how is this happening!?'

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "Hello, I missed you."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "WHO THE HELL IS THIS."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "It's Lloyd_Freeman113, don't you remember, I'm following you."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "This is impossible Matt is dead how can you be messaging me?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: " I know it's sad isn't it, I'll miss him he had so many interesting thoughts."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "Who the hell are you?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "You seem mad. Why? Is this because of Matt. I told him not to go spreading rumors about me but he didn't listen.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "What are you talking about?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        He didn't respond. I shut my computer off and told my parents what happened. They called the cops.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "So it seems Matt wasn't depressed." The cop said. "It seems like someone drove him to kill himself. Don't worry, we will find this person, meanwhile we will keep a cop on guard at your house, until we find him. If he contacts you again, you tell us immediately, you understand?" I nodded, and the cops left.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Despite being told this, I deleted my twitter because scared that he would contact me again. I couldn't sleep no matter how hard I tried. I kept seeing Matt's dead body, all the blood, his brains splattered against his bed.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I was about to go to sleep, when I heard a beep from my phone. It was the same ringtone I use when I get a Twitter message. I ran to my phone, and picked it up.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "Where'd you go?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I was about to go tell my parents, when Lloyd messaged me.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "How do you know what I'm doing?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "Because I'm following you, did you forget?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "Leave me alone!"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "But I find you so interesting, you always have something interesting to say."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "MOM!" I yelled.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "You shouldn't have done that."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        My mom came to my room and I told her everything and she called the cops.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "Obviously this guy is a master hacker." The cop said. "He's unlike any hacker we've seen before, we have tried tracing him through his twitter account, but we can't find anything. We contacted the people working at Twitter and they said that the username Lloyd_Freeman113 was never registered on twitter"  The cop said.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "That impossible!" I yelled "He messaged me today on Twitter how the hell is did he do that." I said."He said he's following me."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "We don't know how he's doing it yet, but we will find out." He reassured me. "Look, we are going to stay in your house, until we think you're safe, we are moving you into a hotel, with a guard on duty 24/7, do not go to school, or contact anyone until we think you can come back."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        We stayed in the hotel for a month, and I stopped receiving messages from Lloyd. The police said Lloyd probably realized that we were onto him, and he likely stopped at the risk of being caught. So we moved back in, but the police still patrolled the neighborhood.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        For the first time, I felt safe. The images of Matt still haunted me, but I was trying to move on.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I was doing homework, when I got a Twitter message. I tensed up. I felt nervous. 'It can't be, there's no way' I reassured myself. I slowly looked at my phone and it was him. I dropped the phone.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "I missed you. I'm willing to forgive you for leaving me."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I was about to yell, when he said.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "I won't forgive you a second time, don't call your mom."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "PLEASE STOP!"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "What are you thinking about?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "STOP I'M BEGGING PLEASE STOP!!!"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "I like your shirt, are you a Phillies fan?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I looked down to confirm what I was thinking, and surly enough I was wearing my Phillies shirt.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Me: "HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT, HOW CAN U SEE ME!?"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        Lloyd: "You forgot again, I'M FOLLOWING YOU!"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I couldn't help it I yelled, and my mom came in. She found me collapsed on the floor, paralyzed with fear. I told her what happened, and she told me to get in the car, and we drove away.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        The cops couldn't find Lloyd. They said he completely covered his tracks and they couldn't track him. So we moved away. All the way across America, all the way from that psycho.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        I still couldn't stop myself fro myself from thinking about Lloyd, about Matt, about this whole situation. It's all I could think about. It's all I saw when I closed my eyes.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        It was a year now since the Lloyd incident. I still can't completely forget it, but I tried to move on. I tried to be happy again, but I knew it would never be the same after the things I witnessed, never.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        As the weeks rolled by I could'nt keep Lloyd off my mind. I couldn't stop dreaming about him. He was everywhere.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">I was watching TV in my basement because I couldn't sleep again. I tuned in to watch the 11:00 news, when the power went out. I started to feel this horrible feeling in my gut, the feeling that tells you your in danger. All the nerves in my body exploaied in fear, as I sat in complete darkness.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">Then I heard a "BANG!" It was loud, so loud it sounded like it was right next to me. Suddenly the TV starts flashing a picture. I didn't recognize it at first, since it flashed so fast I felt like I was going to have a seizure. The picture kept flashing, and I still couldn't tell what it was, but I soon realized what it was. It was that image that I could never forget, it was Matt's blood covered corpse from that day. I tried to yell but I couldn't, my throat closed up, and I could hardly breath. Then the TV shut off, and I was left alone in the dark. Nothing can describe the amount of terror I felt. My whole body went numb. I tried to move but, but my body refused to move. I was trapped in complete blackness.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">TV turned back on. It began to flashe white with big text saying,

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">"I FOUND YOU"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "No, no, this can't freaking be happening." Then more pictures of Matt's body started playing and I puked. I feel on my knees. I yelled, but I knew no one could hear me, I tried to escape, but I couldn't see where I was going, I begged and pleaded with Lloyd, but I got no response. " Why are u doing this to me!" I yelled

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "BECAUSE I'M YOUR FOLLOWER."

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "HOW CAN YOU HEAR ME!?" I yelled.

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "BECAUSE, Lloyd_Freeman113 is following you"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        "BECAUSE LLOYD_FREEMAN113 IS FOLLOWING YOU!!"

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">        " Lloyd_Freeman113 WILL NEVER STOP                         FOLLOWING YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">" <ac_metadata title="Help me with my CreepyPasta &quot;Lloyd_Freeman113 Is Following You&quot;"> </ac_metadata>