Electric Love - R. Meeks

{ 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 }

"Sᴏ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ. I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ sʜᴇ's ᴍɪɴᴇ. Nᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ɪ sᴇᴇ ɪs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғʀᴇsʜ ᴇʏᴇs, ғʀᴇsʜ ᴇʏᴇs."
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Belle made it home pretty quickly and rushed to her room. She saw no sign of Stu and was thankful he'd left the door unlocked as she still hadn't found her own key.

Belle quickly jogged upstairs to grab her pre-packed bagged for staying the night places. She grabbed her favorite pillow (the one she just couldn't sleep without) and her hair brush from the dresser.

As she took her stuff downstairs, Belle could hear the phone ringing. She laid her stuff down on the couch and picked it up.

"Hello?" she said in to the receiver.

"Hello, Belle," A voice responded. Belle couldn't put her finger on the feeling the voice gave her. She was uneasy about it as she didn't recognize it, yet didn't think much of it. She lived with four other people, it could be for any of them.

"Hi, who is this and who do I need to take a message for?" Belle asked.

"No need to take a message. The calls for you, but you have to play a little game with me." The voice replied.

"What kind of game, stranger?" Belle inquired, she was confused, but intrigued none the less.

"The guessing kind. Figure out who I am in three guesses."

"And what happens if I lose?" She said, laughing slightly.

"If you lose, you'll find out."

"Simple enough," Belle responded. She took a minute to think about who it could possibly be. Her first guess felt obvious enough, "Stu." she answered confidently.

"Strike one. Two more and you're out," The voice chuckled.

"Really? Alright.." Belle said. She took more time to think about this guess. Randy was always a possibility, he was in a good mood earlier at the video store and it was completely plausible to believe he'd do it. It probably wasn't Billy. He didn't seem like the type to joke with Belle and freak her out (unless, of course, this wasn't a joke. No, Belle had to push that thought from her head).

As Belle was still thinking about her second guess, she could hear the voice begin to speak once again. "You're bad at this game. It's not that hard. Why don't we play something else. I'll ask you a question instead,"

"Alright," Belle answered, glad to be finished with the guessing game.

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"Wow, now I'm disappointed! That's a question only Randy would ask,"

"Is that your second guess?"

"I thought you said that game was over?" She asked, suddenly feeling surprisingly nervous.

"Well, if you want to guess, I won't stop you," He replied.

"Sure, Randy's my second guess," Belle shrugged.

"Wrong again. You never answered my question, what's your favorite scary movie?"