Hell's Cave

Missed Call

You didn't answer quickly enough. By the time you had thought to slide your finger across the face of your phone it had gone silent. Your anger had diminished by now. You waited a minute to see what would happen just in case, the meeting now on the back of your mind. Nothing. The phone would not ring. A minute quickly turned into an hour, your boss had emailed you during that time rescheduling the meeting, and you found yourself with a loss for words. 

You wanted, no, you dared for Emily to call you back now. Silence was all you were given in return. It stunned you. You wanted to watch a movie and distress, that would help, right? As you turned on the TV another thought came to mind, what about some popcorn on the side? You hadn't eaten anything in a few hours so that had to be the reason as to why you felt so uneasy. It didn't take you long before you had set some popcorn in the microwave and soothing smell of butter filled your senses. By the time you sat back down on the couch your stress had dissipated away, the idea of Emily being in someplace lost or not had left. You were now at ease, until you heard the emergency broadcasting turn on. Your gut senses came back in over time.

There stood a news anchorwoman wearing a breezy dress standing at a sandy beach. You couldn't hear what she had to say, you didn't need to anyways. The headliners of the news put it very clearly: MISSING WOMAN FOUND DEAD AT WEMBLY BEACH, SUSPECTED TO BE ATTEMPTING TO COMPLETE POPULAR CHALLENGE.

You sat there, stupefied out of your whits. You really had no clue what had happened to Emily, and you never would. Your dream coming back to you and the sounds of maniacal laughter and baby cries flooded your mind. You lost Emily, to Hell's Cave.

The End