encounters with a demon | darkiplier

Chapter 1. Many Missed Calls

You had tried calling him for the past week now, and he hadn't answered once. There was obviously something wrong, but you just didn't know what.

You let out the breath you were holding in defeat when the call was led to voicemail again. With a sigh, you sat your phone down on the coffee table. You then moved your gaze to the living room's set of main windows, and saw raindrops start to hit the outside of the windows. You thought about what you were going to do as you watched the rain trickle down the glass.

You had slowly lost contact with him throughout the past week. At first, he would only miss your call once. Then, he wouldn't answer your call until you had already tried calling many times before, and when he answered he sounded terrible, like he was sick or hurt.

You were very worried about him, and the fact that you had no idea what was wrong wasn't helping. You needed to find out soon.

You got up from the couch and began to pace your living room floor. You started biting at your right thumb nail nervously. Nothing was making sense. Usually, he was the one who was always calling and asking how everything was going. It wasn't like him to not call and check up on you. It felt weird not to receive a call from him.

You jumped when your ringtone started going off. You ran over to your phone, almost dropping it as you picked it up frantically. His number was shown across the screen. He had finally called you back.

"Hello? What the hell has been going on, Mark?!" you practically shouted into the phone's speaker, probably blowing his eardrums out in the process. You became confused when you heard a staticky noise respond instead of his deep, smooth voice. It was awfully loud and annoying.

"Mark, what's going on? I've been trying to call you for days now! I was starting to get worried." you said shakily. The static stopped, and you finally heard the voice you had been waiting to hear for a whole week. But, the words that were spoken in that voice made no sense at all.

"Haven't you noticed, (Y/N)? Mark has been quite the busy man lately, and has had no time whatsoever to answer some ridiculous calls from an old high school friend such as yourself. We both know he used his time more wisely. Well, I do, at least." the voice sneered, and it ended the sentence with a laugh that made shivers go down your spine.

It was Mark's voice, but you knew far too well that that was not Mark speaking those words. After all, it had said his name, and that isn't how someone usually addresses themselves in a conversation. That was someone or something else speaking those words for him. How was that even possible?

You were about to ask Mark or whoever was on the other end about what was going on again, but before you could take action, the line went dead and all you heard was the dial tone.

Great.

Something weird was definitely going on, but apparently you weren't allowed to know about it. You shoved your phone into your back pocket and went to the kitchen to find your car keys. They were on the counter, so you picked them up and grabbed a jacket.

The rain was pouring down even harder now. It didn't matter to you, though. You had to know what was going on, and you needed to know now. You had to know why he finally answered your call, but with something weird, and then just hung up. So, what better way to get the answers you needed then going and getting them in person?

Thank you all so much for reading this story and giving it so much attention. I've decided to edit it since I wrote it when I was very inexperienced with writing at the time. You guys deserve better, anyways.
–Abbey(REBELREDRM)