Dammit! Come on Sheri, answer the door! For weeks I left roses at her door, and everytime I would come and try again, the roses sat there still, untouched. I couldn't figure out what was wrong, but it had to be bad. I could see that she had painted her window black, all but this little hole, I didn't know what to do.

I called dad, maybe he had an idea what was happening. He sounded strange on the phone, sort of distant and defensive. I would talk to mom instead. MOm hadn't been able to get her to open the door either. If I called the cops, they might make things worse, but at least I would know she wasn't dead or something equally terrifying. I don't know what to do. I had been putting notes under her door also, but they were untouched as well, if she wouldn't open up for me, she wouldn't open up for anyone.