Lloyd_Freeman 113 Is Following You (revised)

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. 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 know.


	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. 2 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?"

	2 minute later.

	Lloyd: "I find u interesting."

	At this point I was getting annoyed.

	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.

	He stopped messaging me.

	Me: "Nothing say fine c ya pussy."

	I went to school the next day and I told Matt about what happened. "

	"Yo, some dude named Lloyd, messaged me on Twitter  do u know him?" Matt started acting nervous.

	"No never heard of him." I could tell there was something up with him.

	"Are you ok?" I said, "You look sick."

	"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 of faster then I could say goodbye.

	That was weird I thought, but I decided it was probably nothing.

	I was doing homework at 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 letter. 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 friends house, when they could just text them. I opened it.

	"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!"

	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.


	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.

	Me: "Hey."

	Lloyd: "Hello"

	Me: "What's up is Matt there?"

	Lloyd: "No he's in his room."

	Me: "Ok well is this Lloyd?"

	Lloyd: "Yes."

	Me: "So what's up "Lloyd"?

	Lloyd: "I like your tweet, you have such an interesting mind."

	Me: "Why thank you "Lloyd" I'm so happy you like my tweets."

	Lloyd: "So you're watching TV, you sure do that a lot."


	Wtf I thought, but then I remembered it's Matt and he knows that's pretty much all I do.


	Me: "You know me Lloyd, love my TV."

	Lloyd: "What are you thinking about."

	Me: "I'm just wondering when my friend will stop being such an asshole."

	Lloyd: "Who's this friend of yours."


	At this point I was sick of this crap.


	Me: "C ya Matt, I mean "Lloyd" tomorrow."

	Lloyd: "Well you'll see one of us."
	I didn't respond.


	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.

	At night I received a text from Matt.

	Matt: "Hey this is Lloyd."

	Me: "Seriously we're still doing this shit."

	Matt: "What do you mean?"

	Me: "When your done being a dick, text me."

	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. Although I was getting concerned for Matt's health.

	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.

	Later that day, and I was in Algebra class bored out of my mind when I got a text.

	Matt: "Hey how's school."

	Me: "Matt where are you? Are you ok?"

	Matt: "This is Lloyd Freeman."

	Me: "SEROUSLY GIVE IT A REST ALREADY"

	Matt: "You look bored."

	Me: "?"

	Matt: "I hate Math too."


	Now this was getting weird, but Matt probably knows my schedule, so again I just ignored it. I was getting really pissed off though.

	Me: "Dude stop it ok. You're annoying me, you're missing school, and for what, to play a stupid joke on me."

	Matt: "I hate finding absolute values and inequalities, it's so hard."


	Now I was getting creeped out. Matt's been out of school for days, and we just started learning this today.

	Me: "Matt r u outside."

	No response.

	After school I went to his house.

	"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.

	"MATT!" I yelled. "HOLY SHIT! MATT" I panicked and ran to his phone to call the cops.

	The cops showed up 5 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.

	My mom showed up a 10 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.


	"Young man, I know you've been through a lot today but I need you to tell me what happened."

	"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.

	"Was he acting strange recently? Did he talk to you at all?"

	"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."

	The police said they would investigate this further. They believed that something caused Matt to go insane, most likely he was suffering from some sort of schizophrenia. They said they would contact his parents and they would keep in touch.

	I cried for days. I didn't go to school and I never left my room.

	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 is going on' I thought, this can't be happening right, 'how is this happening?'

	Lloyd: "Hello I missed you."

	Me: "Who the hell is this."

	Lloyd: "It's Lloyd_Freeman113 don't you remember, I'm following you."

	Me: "This is impossible Matt is dead how can you be messaging me?"

	Lloyd: " I know it's sad isn't it, I'll miss him he had so many interesting thoughts."

	Me: "Who the hell are you?"

	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.

	Me: "What are you talking about?"

	He didn't respond. I shut my computer off and told my parents what happened. They called the cops.

	"So it seems Matt wasn't insane." The cop said. "It seems he was driven to kill himself by this Lloyd_Freeman113 person. 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.

	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.

	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.

	Lloyd: "Where'd you go?"

	I was about to go tell my parents, when I Lloyd messaged me.

	Lloyd: "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

	Me: "How do you know what I'm doing?"

	Lloyd: "Because I'm following you, did you forget?"

	Me: "Please leave me alone!"

	Lloyd: "But I find you so interesting, you always have something interesting to say."

	"MOM!" I yelled.

	Lloyd: "You shouldn't have done that."

	My mom came to my room and I told her everything and she called the cops.

	"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.

	"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."

	"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 until we think you can come back."

	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.


	For the first time, I felt safe. The images of Matt still haunted me, but I was trying to move on.

	I was doing homework, when I got a text 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.

	Lloyd: "I missed you. I'm willing to forgive you for leaving me."

	I was about to yell, when he said.

	Lloyd: "I won't forgive you a second time, to don't call your mom."

	Me: "PLEASE STOP!"

	Lloyd: "What are you thinking about?"

	Me: "STOP I'M BEGGING PLEASE STOP!!!"

	Lloyd: "I like your shirt, are you a Phillies fan?"

	I looked down to confirm what I was thinking, and surly enough I was wearing my Phillies shirt.

	Me: "HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT, CAN U SEE ME?!?!"

	Lloyd: "You forgot again, I'M FOLLOWING YOU"

	I couldn't help it I yelled, and my mom came in. I told her what happened, and she told me to get in the car, and we drove away.

	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 across from that psycho.

	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.

	It's been 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.

	As the weeks rolled by for some reason I could keep Lloyd off my mind. I couldn't stop dreaming about him.

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 goes out. I start to feel this horrible feeling in my gut, the feeling that tells you your in danger.

	Suddenly the TV starts flashing a picture. I didn't recognize it at first, but I realized it was Matt's blood covered corpse from that day. I tried to yell but I couldn't. Then the TV shut off, and I was left alone in the dark. Suddenly the TV flashed white with big text saying...

"I FOUND YOU"

	"No, no, this can't freaking be happening." Then more pictures of Matt's body started playing and I puked. 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



	"BECAUSE I'M YOUR FOLLOWER."


	"HOW CAN YOU HEAR ME!?" I yelled.


	"BECAUSE, Lloyd_Freeman113 is following you"


	"BECAUSE LLOYD_FREEMAN113 IS FOLLOWING YOU!!"



	" Lloyd_Freeman113 WILL NEVER STOP 		 	   FOLLOWING YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"