The Calls

The Calls Intro

I couldn't take the calls anymore! I just couldn't take knowing there was nothing I could do to stop them from coming through. I had to put an end to it!

Chapter 1

It all started this summer, we moved into this lovely 2 story house. I open the door to the new house and seen the owners must've not wanted their stuff. There was furniture, some silverware and this cute yellow wall phone on the side of the kitchen wall.
Later on, I was playing with my younger daughter, Chloe. My kids absolutely love dolls. So I gave them my precious doll I had when I was a little one. It was a rag doll. With brown yarn hair, black button eyes and a sewn smile. She has this patterned dress with all sorts of purples, yellows and oranges on it. They would take turns playing with her. Sometimes Chloe would pretend the rag doll is a princess. She would pretend the princess is trapped in a castle, which would just be the top bunk of her eldest sister.
Until one day ago, Chloe was giggling, running around with the doll, till I heard her in a distance, stop. It got awfully quiet. Too quiet. I went to get up and see why it's all quiet all of a sudden, then right when I stood up Chloe comes running to me in the living room.
"Mom." Chloe says.
"Yes Chloe?" I reply.
"Mommy. Don't answer the
Phone."

It was weird she said that, because I didn't hear anything ring? I wasn't sure what she really meant at the moment. I would've seen my phone turn on if it was ringing? Sometimes I would forget to mute my phone whenever I was in a meeting. So it's strange I didn't hear it. I guess Chloe didn't want play time to end? So I showed and told Chloe I wasn't going anywhere and I would not answer the phone. Chloe smiles and asked me if I wanted to play princesses with her. I said yes. That went on for a few hours.

Chapter 2

Later, after being done with playing princesses. I checked my call log history. But I discovered there were no calls made today. I hadn't gave much thought to be honest.
A few weeks later, the same thing happened when we were playing doctor. We were giving Mr. Fuzzy his checkup. Chloe looks up towards the kitchen and dropped Mr. Fuzzy on the ground. I asked if she was okay. Chloe quietly says, "Mommy, don't answer the phone." This time I chose not to hear her warning. So I got up to go grab my cell phone right away. No incoming call. I turn around to come back to show her no one is calling but Chloe was just starring a far. Following Chloes gaze, I noticed she was looking at the old yellow wall phone on the side of the wall. I distinctly remember we disconnected the line since we moved in here and now that we have cell phones, there was no point on having this wall phone here. Plus, the wall phone wouldn't of worked for long anyways. My husband's been pestering me to take it down, but I always forget to do that whenever I'll walk by it. But I didn't see why my husband couldn't have taken it down, since it bothered him so much.
"Honey, that's not a real
phone. No one's calling."

I say rustling Choles hair. It took Chloe a few moments. But she went back playing like nothings happened. I kinda thought it might've been a game she has learned from school or by one of her friends. Chloe is 6 so who knows what imagination goes through her head. So I didnt worry too much about it. It wasn't until the third imaginary call when I started to be concerned.

Chapter 3

Chloe and I were playing ninja turtles Cowboys Tea Party. I was in a small brown cowboy vest wearing a Michelangelo mask on my face with a tiny hat on my head. Never underestimate on what a mother will do for her daughters. I got up to get more juice for her party guests tell Chloe came running tugging on my small brown vest, looking absolutely terrified.
"Mommy! Don't answer
the phone!" She pleaded.

There was something in her eyes that compelled me to put an end to the silly game she's playing. She looked really frightened. I now no longer knew she wasn't playing some game on me, because if she was making this up, then why did she look so genuinely worried? I told her it might be nothing important. But just to make her feel more safe I told her that I'm going to answer it and tell those pesky telemarketers to go away. I go and sneak into the kitchen grabbing the wall phone. I turned to Chloe to give her a reassuring thumbs up, bringing the phone to my ear. I fully expected I would hear just dead silence, however, that was not what I heard.
There was static on the line. Which surprised me enough, I pulled the phone away from my ear for a moment to look at it in disbelief. when I brought it back to my ear, I hear a voice on the other end. it was saying,
"232 Wellesley Road. Fire. 7"
It sounded like a toneless man. I was going to ask who this was, but it hung up. What an the actual hell? I'm perplexed. My husband must be playing a trick on me or something. He probably convince Chloe to play along with him so I can get rid of the phone he pesters me about. I just immediately yank the cord and it comes flying towards me, hitting me Square in the face. I was stunned, because it was far too loose to be in the jack. Ealier today, I asked my husband about it and he had no idea on what I was even talking about.
The next day, I was relaxing doing a crossword in my chair listening to the news. There was a second I heard about a fire and an apartment complex. At first I didn't pay much attention, until I heard the address, 232 Wellesley Road. 7 residents have perished in The Inferno. I nearly dropped my crossword book on the floor. I didn't know what to do?! It was too late to call the police to tell them how I have heard a creepy voice telling me about the fire. They probably think I'm a nut or an attention seeker. I took a moment to calm down, and rationalize on what happened. It was just a very weird and very scary coincidence.
Days later I was sitting on my couch doing my puzzles again, Chloe walks over with a worried expression on her face. Again.
"Mommy. Don't answer the phone." Chloe says, with tears coming into her eyes. Something in my stomach told me not to go. But I had to know. I make my way into the kitchen to pick up the wall phone. But this time it was a female's voice that was speaking to me on the disconnected phone,
"15 Walpole Street. Fire. 3."
The phone hangs up. Logically you think I'd go to the police or maybe the fire station to report what's going to happen! But here's the thing, I've watched movies and TV shows. So I know how these things plan out. With an attractive mother protagonist with a full warning. Which would be accurate, I won the most beautiful mother of the year award, as decided it was from my daughter's last year on Mother's Day. I have the drawing to prove it. But the protagonist tells the cop about her predictions. Naturally the cop accuses her for being the perpetrator. They lock her up and have some sort of technicality and rushes to the crime and saves the day.
Yeah I'm not that girl. I'm not saying I'm some sort of coward, but look I have two daughters to take care of, I can't go pulling myself in dangerous situations where I could hurt myself badly.
I instead, bought a disposable phone to where I can call the police. In the past eight years, there have been a lot of suspicious fires. So leading the police to suspect that there's a pyromaniac on the loose. Thus he / she has burnt a church, post office and a few apartments. So, I want you to take a wild guess and what the police officers had to say when I warned them about the fire. If you guess that they called me a pyromaniac and I should turn myself in, then you are right. They didn't believe a word I just said so I hung up and threw away the phone in the nearby dumpster.

Chapter 4

The next day I watch the news crew covering a story. The authorities sent police officers to investigate what happened to be in abandoned building. Turns out the three officers that were investigating the building got locked down in the basement and a fire broke out. And none of them made it out alive. For some reason I felt weirdly guilty and powerless. If I hadn't warned them, those three officers would have been still alive. It was all my fault. I couldn't sleep at all that night.
The horrid feeling in my gut is eating inside of me. The court of this process continued for a past few months. Chloe would horrifyingly tell me to not answer or pick up the phone and of course, I would.
I would keep hearing different voices every time I would pick that phone up. Telling me all these horrible things that would happen to everyone. The address, the incidents, and then how many people would die.
522 Leannord Road, shooting, 2.
The lovely elderly couple that would give me a cookies for my daughters on my shift at work, had gotten shot multiple times during an home invasion.
5, carbon monoxide poisoning. Lovely family were found dead in their garage, sitting in the car. They say it was a possible family suicide. But why would someone call me to tell me that?
The calls kept coming and so forth. I couldn't do this anymore. I'm haunted by the remembrance of their names and faces. I think about them when I go to bed. Knowing that there was nothing I could ever do to save them. But be tormented to even try. A heavy weight of depression sets to be on me. I barely eat or sleep now, my husband starts to get worried, but I couldn't tell him. I was afraid he'll be disappointed in me or take me to the wacky bin. So I lied and told him I'm just stressed about work. A few weeks ago, I've had about enough!

Chapter 5

Unable to keep me from answering the phone calls, I decided there was no other option. I stormed into our garage to find my husband's tools. I find his toolbox and take it with me inside, I started unscrewing the nails out of the phone wall, and a wave of anger rushes over me. This thing, this damn phone, it caused me so much grief!
I finally got the screws and everything out and pulled the wall phone out and took it to the driveway and ferociously smashed it with the hammer, until there was nothing left. When I was done I clean the mess. I felt so much relief after doing that and knowing I wouldn't have to do this anymore. That night I made a favorite family meal so we can celebrate. My husband was relieved that I looked and felt a hundred times better, and enjoyed that the wall phone was out of the kitchen.
My advice to you, if you happen to have a disconnected landline and do hear voices coming out of it, get rid of it immediately. Take it from me, someone who has experienced it.
My life has finally returned to normal since I got rid of that wretched phone. While I'm writing this, my husband is cleaning up the girls from being outside. Chloe comes out with her wet hair and holding that doll. She runs to her room and brings back this princess Barbie phone. I don't know where she has got it from to be honest. But it was probably a gift from grandma, she must've gave it to her when she came to visit a few months ago. Every dial on that phone had a voice of every princess. It was very weird because knowing I have once never seen her use it, it was weird that she had all this interest in it. There's not even a card.
But Chloe got this weird look on her face. Like she was worried. And I had a gut feeling on what she was going to say. But no, it's just a toy. It's just a toy. But I grabbed the toy phone from Chloe and answered it.
Shit, shit, shit!!! I can hear static on the line! It's a man's voice, he's saying.... Wait, he's saying my address!?!
"325 Thornhill Drive. Propane Explosion. 4."
My heart stops and I dropped the phone. The room starts to feel small, I quickly pick up Chloe and run to the bathroom to tell my husband to grab Mia and leave now! Oh God, I hope it's not too late.