𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻, 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽'𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜

Y/N let out a weary sigh as she lifted the phone to her ear, her voice barely audible, "..Hello?"

A deep, melodic voice resonated through the line, "Hello, Y/N."

The intoxicated girl released a soft exhale and mumbled, "Hello, who is this?"

A low chuckle erupted from the mysterious caller, their voice dripping with amusement. 

"The question isn't 'who is this,' but rather, where am I?" they riddled, their tone enigmatic and filled with intrigue.

Y/N's expression twisted into a grimace as confusion washed over her. 

She ran a hand over her face, trying to make sense of the puzzling statement. 

"What do you mean?" she queried.

The voice swiftly shifted the conversation, diverting from the enigmatic statement. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, a realization dawning upon her, and a soft giggle escaped her lips. 

"I like what you did to your voice, Tara. It's sexy," she remarked playfully, assuming her friend was the one behind the call.

"Excuse me?" came the hesitant response from the other end.

Y/N shifted on her bed, rolling over onto her back with her hand resting gently on her bare stomach. 

"Yeah, is that a voice changer you're using?" she inquired, curiosity lacing her words.

"..."

Y/N's smile lingered on her face as she hummed, enjoying the playful banter. 

"Don't stop now, I was just getting started," she teased, her voice filled with anticipation.

But then, the low voice on the other end rumbled, "What if I told you this isn't Tara?"

Y/N blinked in surprise, her curiosity piqued. 

She started to think, her mind racing. 

"Then who are you?" she questioned, her tone laced with intrigue and a hint of caution.

The deep voice chuckled, its resonance sending a shiver down Y/N's spine.

 A sudden uneasiness settled in her stomach, and she attributed it to the influence of alcohol. 

She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself.

"Hello?" Y/N whispered softly, her voice barely audible.

The voice on the other end appeared raspy, a touch of mystery lingering in its tone. 

"You shouldn't ask who's there, it's a death wish," it warned, its words sending a chill down her spine.

Sitting up, Y/N fiddled with a loose strand of hair, her nerves on edge. 

"I believe a question for a question is only fair, don't you?" she replied, mustering her courage and refusing to let her fear overpower her curiosity.

The voice hummed with a hint of satisfaction, and Y/N felt her cheeks flush, partly due to the alcohol coursing through her veins. 

She stood up and meandered in front of a mirror, her gaze fixed upon her reflection. 

Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes appeared heavy with a mix of intoxication and lust.

"You asked what my favorite scary movie was?" Y/N inquired, her tone playful yet tinged with curiosity.

The voice on the other end hummed in approval, a mysterious response that left her craving more.

"I would say 'Get Out.' It's a film that offers great commentary on psychological horror and is incredibly well-made," Y/N responded, her voice filled with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.