Sorry, Wrong Number

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Hey guys! This is a short Creepypasta I wrote, it's not much and is not very well written at the moment but it's just a first draft for now. ENJOY!

Submitted: February 16, 2016

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Sorry, Wrong Number 

Hello, and thank you for taking the time to listening to my ramblings. I say this ahead of time because, that's what it will sound like to you, ramblings of a paranoid schizophrenic. I post this here only because it's the only place it will get any attention, but I promise this isn't fiction in the slightest, although I wish it was.
Where do I start?
I suppose I'll just get right into it. I was home alone one night, this was a special case as my parents would be out of town all weekend. Now, you may have been expecting me, being a teenager, to throw some raging party full of booze and drugs. But I was content just sitting at home, that is until I got a phone call.
The phone rung for a few seconds before I finally decided to pick it up.
"Hello?" I asked groggily.
No response for a moment, just silence.
"Sorry, wrong number." A female voice said before the line went dead.
I shook my head, how did this lady immediately know she had a wrong number? Another thing that bothered me was her voice. It was perky and almost cheerful sounding, but the droning way she spoke made her sound... Unnatural, almost demented. This shook me up slightly but I brushed it off. 
I lied there for several more minutes before the phone rang again. This unnerved me slightly, but I finally decided to pick up once more.
"Hello?" I asked hesitantly.
Silence.
"Sorry, wrong number." A deep male voice said before the line went dead.
Was this some sort of prank? Did someone find this amusing? I didn't know what to think at that point.
Before I had time to act, the phone rung again, and I immediately picked up.
"Who is this?" I asked assertively.
Silence.
"Sorry, wrong number." Another voice said, this one scared me. It was a little girl. The line went dead again.
I had had enough of this, I dialed 911 quickly.
"911 what's your emergency?" An operator said.
"Hi, I keep getting some unsettling phone calls, every time I pick up, a different voice says "sorry, wrong number." Then hangs up and it's making me uncomfortable." I said somewhat frantically.
The operator was silent for a moment.
"Okay. I want you to keep us on the line, we'll trace the next phone call you receive." She said calmly.
I nodded and waited, and I didn't have to wait long. The phone rang and I opened it up into a three way call.
"Hello?" I asked demandingly.
Silence.
This time there was a raspy voice, it sounded like someone choking.
"Sorry, wrong number." It said before hanging up.
"See?!" I said worriedly.
"Please hold for a moment."
There was silence, and then the line went dead.
"Hello?!" I asked frantically.
There was a knock on the door.
This made me jump, and I hesitantly crept toward the door, I shouted outside.
"Who is it?" I asked.
Silence.
"Sorry, wrong address." A voice said outside.
"May I come in and use the phone for directions?" The voice continued.
I gulped.
"No!" I almost shouted.
There was no reply.
There was only the silence that had haunted me all night.
The phone rang in the other room. I went to pick it up, but suddenly the phone was answered seemingly on its own, it was on speaker.
"Hello? This is emergency services, the line went dead, are you still there?" The familiar operator asked.
I froze as I heard a voice from the other room.
"Sorry, you must have the wrong number." It said before hanging up.
I started shaking when I heard another knock.
I didn't have time to answer before I heard the voice from the other room again.
"Coming." It said.
I broke down and hid in a cabinet, I was terrified. The door opened and I looked from inside the compartment as several people entered the house. I waited for hours, there was something wrong with these people.
The just stood in the entryway for several hours, before they walked out the door, and left.
The police came soon after, they questioned me and my parents had rushed home in a hurry. I didn't sleep for almost a week after that.
I was finally beginning to return to normal, until one night, a knock came from my window, accompanied by several voices.
"We are sorry, we got lost, but we're here now, may we come in?" They all said in unison.


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