𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙄𝙉 - 𝚂𝚝𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝗢𝗻𝗲: 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘆 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

The phone rang loudly through the big white house. 

Casey Becker reached for the phone and picked it up. 

"Hello," She said. 

Casey Becker was a stupid girl. The kind of girl to be the first to die in horror movies. She was the girl with blonde hair and big boobs. She was a girl to fall for the killers tricks, just like Tina Gray from Nightmare On Elm Street, just like Marion Crane from Psycho and Chrissie from Jaws, then so on. Casey Becker was a dumb and stupid blonde, overall just a stupid girl.

"Hello." A man's voice echoed through the line. It was deep, and raspy, but smooth.

"Hello." Casey greeted once again.

"Who is this?" The man said.

"Who are you trying to reach?" 

"What number is this?" The man said. 

"Well, what number are you trying to reach?" 

"I don't know."

"Well, I think you have the wrong number. It happens. Take it easy." Casey said, ending the conversation and placing the phone down. She started to walk off, only for it to ring again. 

"Hello?" Casey groaned. 

"I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number." It was the same man as before. 

"So why did you dial it again?" Casey let out a small breathy chuckle. 

"To apologize." 

"You're forgiven. Bye now."

"Wait, wait. Don't hang up." 

"What?" 

"I wanna talk to you for a second." The man tells Casey.

 The stupid blonde smirked, "They've got 900 numbers for that. See ya." Casey hung up placing the phone down, then trotting over to the kitchen with another breathy chuckle. 

It was a quiet night. Crickets chirped, and the leaves swayed calmly, along with the small wooden rope swing in the front yard. It was dark out. 

Casey walked over to the stove, turning the burner on. Blue and red flames heating up against the metal grate. She placed a pan of JIFFY POP right on the warn metal. She tore of the cardboard that lay on top of the pan. 

Then the phone started ringing again. Groaning, she walked over to the counter grabbing the nearest phone in hand and then picking up the call.

"Hello?" She said

"Why don't you wanna talk to me?" The voice whined, except for the voice, wasn't whiney. It was curious and had no tone to it. 

"Who is this?"

"You tell me your name. I'll tell you mine." 

"I don't think so." Casey said. Smart. 

She grabbed the hand on the pan and shook the popcorn around. It made a loud rattling noise. 

"What is that sound?" The voice said, curious again.

"I'm making popcorn."

"I only eat popcorn at the movies." 

"Well, I'm getting ready to watch a video." 

"Really? What?" 

"Oh, just some scary movie." Casey grinned, leaning over the counter.