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CHAPTER SIX; ring ring
"Hello, Natasha." A deep and gravelly voice said over the phone, worming it's way through her ribcage.
"...Hello?" Replied Natasha. "Who is this?"
The voice on the other end of the phone chuckled. "What's your favourite scary movie?"
She paused. Her eyes crinkled and her mouth parted in an deep blue ocean wave. Across the room, Sarah's eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the phone in her sister's hand.
"Randy?" Natasha asked, deadpan. "Are you being serious right now? What is wrong with your goddamn mind, you sweat rag."
A snigger escaped the mouth of the person on the side of the phone. The laugh wasn't mellifluous or honeyed with a sweet nectar that dripped from the tongue in soft and mellow waves of sunlight. The laugh wasn't rich with an overwhelming with a sweet-sounding euphoria. The laugh wasn't Randy's. Natasha would recognise that laugh anywhere; from the depths of the ocean to the tip of the burning sun that scorched what lay below.
"I'm not Randy." The voice stated, a playfulness hidden behind the manacles of a dry fear that wrapped itself around her chest and limbs, squeezing, squeezing, and squeezing until she was took prisoner. "Now, Natasha, you never answered my question. What is your favourite scary movie?"
Natasha's eyes widened and the grip on the phone squeezed tightly. Her eyes met Sarah's and a cold silence ran between them and sliced the air. Her lips parted and a metallic, silvery taste slipped out, coating the inner walls of her mouth red. Her tongue was bitten raw, nearly. She breathed out and then forced a breath back in with closed eyes.
"You know, I'm not really a fan of scary movies," she replied with more pressure placed on her tongue, "the guts and gore was never my thing. I don't find much glory in it. I'm more of a romance girl."
"Oh, Natasha, you're breaking my heart." The voice whispered in response. "Not even Halloween? Does Jamie Lee Curtis not get your heart racing and your blood pouring- sorry, I meant pumping."
She rolled her eyes.
"I'll be the one making your blood pour." The voice stated.
Her blood turned cold. Her breath halted. Her heart thudded inside her chest that was beginning to grow smaller with every second passed. Sarah's voice faded in and out in the background like static noise, with only small notes and sounds registering. The phone slipped slightly but stayed in her grasp and joined to her ear. Screams and cries flooded her brain, her imagination taking over. Casey Becker's cries swam into her brain, imploding in her ears. Steve Orth's shouts bumped into Casey's whimpers, whispering and conjoining in a nightmarish torture.
She breathed out. "What do you want with me?"
Natasha's eyes looked into Sarah's and locked on, a chain forming. Traces of vermillion and scarlet leaked into her mouth and mixed together, the way ashes often were in an urn, from the pressure of her teeth clinching her tongue tightly. Her eyes then shifted towards the dining table, where the house keys were sat. She looked back towards her sister and nodded.
