The Call | an original story
I wrote this at 2 AM and I freaked out. But I managed to finish and survive the night! I hope you’ll enjoy this.
Summary: Trish took a moment from her painting project to make herself a cup of coffee at 2 AM when she thought of a wild idea. She started dialling random numbers until one number returned her call.
She slowly stood up and walked to the desk. Her phone stopped ringing when she picked it up. She unlocked her phone and checked the number. It says nothing but ‘Unknown Number.’ She checked on the details but there was nothing. No number, no name. Just the time: 2:10 AM. She placed her phone back to the desk.
She took another sip of coffee and almost choked when her phone rang again. She picked it up. Still the Unknown Number. She was afraid but a huge part of her screamed for answers. Who was on the other line? What was she messing up with in the middle of the night? Nevertheless, she swiped right and brought the receiver to her ear.
There was nothing on the other line.
Then Allie barked. She jumped, almost spilling her coffee on her bedroom floor. She placed the coffee on her desk, her phone still on her ear. She looked at her dog. Allie was standing at the edge of her bed on high alert, looking at the door. Trish ended the call and stepped back, away from the door, still clutching her phone. What the hell’s going on?!
She heard her phone ring again, but this time her music stopped and was replaced by her ringtone. She looked at the screen and it was the Unknown Number. Trish muttered a curse and swiped right. “What’s going on?!” She hissed.
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