Day One

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Phil Starkey's new job took an unexpected turn when the strange phone calls started. How did the caller know so much about him?

Submitted: October 06, 2016

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Phil Starkey was shown to his desk by his new manager. He hated the first day at a new company but he was sure he would be fine once he’d settled in. He would be working on customer services. The job was purely telephone based. Like the other hundred or so employees he would be sitting in front of a computer wearing a telephone headset. The calls would come in and, logging onto the computer, he’d assist and point the customers in the right direction.

helping those that called the free phone number with their enquiries.

 

Later that morning Phil was settling in. He was getting the hang of the system and enjoying dealing with the callers.

 

‘Good morning, how can I help?’

‘Hello Phil.’

‘How can I help?’

‘You tell me, Phil.’

‘Sorry? Who is this? How do you know my name?’

The line went dead

 

Just over an hour later.

‘Hello?’

‘Hello, Phil.’

He recognised the voice. It was the caller from earlier.

‘How can I help?’

‘How's the first day going?’

‘How do you know that?’

‘I know everything. I’ve been watching you for some time.’

Phil took a deep breath. He tried to remain professional.

‘How can I help you today?’

The line went dead.

.

‘Hello.’

‘Phil. Phil. Phil.’

‘What do you want?’

‘How’s Vicki?’

‘Look, leave my wife out of this. Who is this?’

‘Maybe I should pay you guys a visit. I just might call round to Monton.’

Phil was stunned. How did this person know so much about him?

‘Yes, you should come to Monton. Then we can sort this face to face.’

‘Very feisty, Phil. I didn’t know you had it in you.’

The caller laughed and hung up.

.

‘Good afternoon, can I help?’

‘Change of plan, Phil. Does Vicki still play bingo on Thursdays? I might pop along this week.’

‘I’ve told you once, you leave my wife alone.’

The caller gave an awful howling laugh before hanging up.

 

‘Hi Phil. Nearly home time. Take care going home. Drive carefully.’

Phil said nothing.

‘You know how those Fiats are. Have you had your brakes looked at recently? Shame if anything happened. Don’t worry, I’d take care of your wife.’

Phil ended the call. His heart was pounding. Who could be doing this to him? How did this man know so much about him?

The phone rang again a second later.

‘Going home now, Phil? Don't worry. I'll see you at home. 23 Railway Cuttings, isn’t it?’

‘Who is this?’ Phil yelled. ‘Why are you doing this?’

At that moment howls of laughter came down the line. He heard the giggling echoing around the office. His workmates got to their feet clapping.

‘I don't understand. You lot?’

His manager patted his still trembling shoulder.

‘Sorry Phil, just a little initiation everyone goes through on their first day.’


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