Where's my phone?
Why'd I come to the party without checking if I had it?
Maybe I just put it down somewhere or left it at home.
I'll borrow my friend's phone.
It's ringing but I don't here it.
"Hello" answers a gruff voice.
"Who is this"
The man laughs and hangs up.
That laugh sent chills down my spine.
Did I call the wrong number?
I couldn't have.
Oh well.
When I return home I find my phone right where I left it...on my night stand.
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Midnight Story
Historia CortaThis is a collection of short scary stories made by me and my friend to read at MidniGhT Of COURSE
