Phone Call

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is my first go at writing.

David is left alone in the house at night... when the phone starts ringing.

Submitted: August 24, 2012

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Phone Call

David lay tucked comfortably in his bed, drifting slowly into that fog we call dreams, when a shrill ringing yanked him back. He sat, still groggy, then stumbled blindly out of his room and down the hall. The phone was ringing, ever so loudly, the sound resonating in his ears.

He picked it up, who calls this late at night?

"Hello?"

There was no sound at the other end, just a pitch black silence, maybe they got the wrong number. He hung up slowly and was just preparing to get back in bed when the ringing started again, that shrill, annoying sound. He answered a second time.

"Is this Laura?"

Laura, his ex-girlfriend, their most recent break up a couple of days ago, maybe she had changed her mind again, in the middle of the night.

But there was silence.

And something else; a dry, rasping breath, ever so faint.

David hung up a second time, it must have been static.

He stood there, right beside the phone, incase it rung again.

It did.

David picked it up, and didn't bother to answer before putting it back, he thought he heard a whisper, "I'm here".

Must have been my imagination, he thought tiredly as he disconnected the phone line, incase the prankster ever bothered to ring again.

Halfway down the dark hallway, the phone started ringing once more. David considered just leaving it, it will probably stop, eventually. But the sound, the shrill, piercing, high-pitched sound. It drove him crazy.

As he tread down the inky hall once more, the ringing stopped. Peace.
And the knocking began.

A loud, thudding, metallic sound. It seemed to fill the whole empty house.

David stood there. It was cold, so very cold, in the cold, dark, empty house. He didn't want to answer the door.

So he just stood there. He stood in the pitch-black hallway as the knocking went on and on.

And on.


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