the strange and weirdest

the calls

I just woke up at 3 AM this morning. To be honest, I didn't woke up on purpose. It's just, I don't know, my eyes just suddenly opened and I didn't feel any desires to back sleep.

Wanna pee? No, I am not.

Feeling cold? Not really, it feels so hot instead.

Ah, is it because my room's temperature just too hot until it's sweaty all over my body?

Hmm, probably.

Or... I just had a nightmare?

I'm not sure with that one. I only see all black when I closed my eyes, nothing happened.

To spend that odd morning, I open my phone. Skipping all of nasty notifications from my messengers, decline all disturbing calls of my phone. It was disturbing at first, until I got anxiety, but now I ignore it.

I don't know is that good decision or not... I also don't know whoever calls me, it's always displayed unknown number. Don't wanna know about it? Yes, obviously.

Once, I ever accept the call. I said, "Hello, who are you?"

And this whoever dude only reply my greeting with a creepy laugh. The laugh that we used to hear from a ghost on movie we watch, the terrifying laugh that comes from a psychopath on series that we loved to watch.

What I response to that weird laugh? I immediately turn off my phone, and slammed my phone until the screen broke.

The next morning, fortunately I was born and lived in a crazy rich family. My dad bought me a new release phone, and then he leave me alone in that big luxurious mansion. Not to go to work, but to sleep with his hot women — my mom is not the one of them.

I clearly remembered that it was happened on my christmas holiday.

But ironically, those nasty messages and disturbing calls still attack my phone. It's even harder, until sometimes I heard a knock from out of my window. It's going worse, going brutal, until I decide to jump down to the ground.

I thought I was dead. I thought I was in a hell, not in this shitty world again.

But, my expectation...

How the fuck... I still alive until this day...?

It was last year, as far as I remembered, I jump from this room window.

And yes, those messages and calls still attack me until this day.

The second I finished tell you the last sentence before this one, there come an odd message notification. It's not an unknown number, but there's an emoticon 🖤

"Who..." I whimpered, try to click and read the message. As far as I remembered, I never saved anyone contacts as 🖤.

There are two message bubbles.

The first is Hi.

And the second is Someone just pushed me hard, and I just fell down from my school's rooftop.

I clearly didn't understand what was happened here... Why this person could chat me... After fell down...

It's way too strange...

And after that, this 🖤 call me. Shakingly and triggered, I accept the call. "Y-yes...?" I asking, without any matter greetings.

"...Help me..."

On that second, I hate myself more. I shouldn't have to answer or read anonymous messages or calls.

Because, what? I immediately see my body on the bed. Weak, flat without any feelings, but my blood cover all of my skins.

So...

... I was dead too?

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