The Phone Call

He layed there on the couch thinking of the cryptic and somewhat sickening tale of the past events that had occured in his life. It was a nightmare…or something even more bizarre. It wasn’t to long ago…that the horror started…
…it started on his birthday. He was 15 and he decided to just go stay at his girlfriends house. It seemed fun…at first, they had dinner with her father in there huge house. He seemed like a nice guy, and everything was going well. It wasn’t until around 10:00 that things began to…change. There was a phone call and it sounded as though her father answered it…it seemed normal, except for when the kid heard a wicked yell. He looked at his girlfriend and she had a look of horror on her face. Then they heard pounding…suddenly the father came down the stairs extremely quickly. He looked at his daughter and said simply, “pick up the phone.” He walked back up the steps and the girl reached over and grabbed the phone. She listened intently without saying a word. The boy was very confused and wanted to ask what was happening. The girls face suddenly went blank and she slammed the phone down on the table. “What is going on?” The boy asked. She said simply, “Don’t answer the phone,” and went up to her room. The boy layed there on the couch wondering why she would say that, it wasn’t his house…why would he answer the phone. He lay there for awhile and suddenly the phone rang…and rang. He suddenly had an urge to answer the phone no one else would. “What harm could it do,” he said quitely. He reached over picked up the phone, and pressed on. He listened, but there was nothng but silence…even in the room things seemed to have gone silent. Then suddenly static could be heard through the phone. Then he heard what sounded to be screaches that were wavy. Then it stopped and all that could be heard was the repetitive sound of static. He then had a starnge feeling that someone was behind him. The lights dimmed as he slowly turned around…phone still to his ear. He saw his girlfriend standing there…she had what looked to be decayed flesh and blood dripping from her eyes. Then she screamed loudly and horrificly, “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!” The boy in horror fell back on to the couch. He looked around him and nothing was there…he went to look at the phone in his hands and saw a knife covered in blood. Blood…everywhere…and on the floor…her body lay silently…bloody…the static is still there…but it is in his head. He lays there on the couch thinking of the strange events. Her body laying there…bloody…and a site of terrible gore. Who called on that phone anyway…