| GHOST STORIES | THE BLACK PHONE | COMPLETED

11 | MURDER ME LIKE YOU MURDERED MY FRIENDS!

     ABBY STARED AT the dirty wall of the basement, her body curled up in a tight foetal position. her whole body felt disgusting and all she could see when she closed her eyes was the events of the night before. She hated the clothes she had on, she hated the skin he had touched, she hated the hair he had breathed in.

There was, however, an odd sense of comfort when she heard the phone ring. She wondered who it was this time, Billy? Griffin? Bruce? Could it be someone new. Vance? Robin? She rather hoped it would be Robin, she needed comfort. She slowly stood up, her body aching from multiple bruises and cuts.

"Hello?" Her voice was a bit broken from the screaming she had done the previous night. "Who is this?"

"Who the fuck do you think it is?" The voice of Vance Hopper echoed through. "This is it, kid."

Abby furrowed her brows. "What?"

"This is the horrifying nightmare end to your life." His voice seemed to grow softer as he spoke, as if he realised who he was speaking to and what she had just been through. "You can't let him win."

She let out a shaky sigh, her emotions catching up to her. "Vance, I can't."

"You can, kid. You have to."

"Even if I survive, I have to live with what happened to me." Tears welled in her eyes as she dropped her head. "I can't do that."

Vance's angry voice then came back. "You have to! Have you tried stacking the carpets to reach the windows?"

That was one of the few ideas the girl had tried without the influence of the ghosts. "Yeah. Vance, I'm not getting out of here."

"Yes, you are." He spoke, his voice once again soft. "James needs you, Abby. When The Grabber saw what I had done, that was it. And he took his time with me too."

"What did you do?"

Vance chuckled down the phone. "Oh, that fucker had to spend a fortune to repair all the damages. There's an outlet in the shitter, across from the john. On the other side of that wall there's a storage room. You can't get into that room, because there's a big-ass upright freezer in the way. break into the wall about two feet above the outlet, till you get to a panel with screws in it. Get the panel off, you're in the freezer."

"And then into the storage room." She nodded, understanding what Vance wanted her to do. "Thank you, Vance."

"Whatever, kid. Fuck that guy." The phone then clicked off.

Abby headed to the toilet, using the toilet lid to start breaking the wall. But after everything she had endured, her strength was running low. She was only able to break off some bits of the wall before she collapsed to the ground, finally letting out a sob. She couldn't do it, and in reality, didn't want to exist anymore.

She didn't want to live with the memories of what had happened to her, she would rather her family, especially James, to never learn about it. She continued to sob, after holding it in for so long she couldn't help it. She was breaking her promise to her brother, The Grabber was bound to see her cry.

Faintly, the phone began to ring. "Shut up! Shut up!"

The phone fell silent, then one of the glass soda bottles rolled down the hallway, over the covered hole and to her feet. On the side there was a scratched in letter 'R'. Her sobs turned into hiccups as she got to her feet and went back to the phone, it wasn't ringing but she picked it up anyway.

"Robin?" She asked, almost silently.

"Hey Abby." He responded. "Don't cry."

She put her forehead against the wall, tears falling from her eyes once more. "Robin-"

"You're stronger than you realise, you know? You've probably gone through a lot more than the rest of us. He may have taken his time killing us, but he didn't hurt us nearly as much as he did you. Abby...you never let him see you cry. Not once."

She took a moment to think back, she hadn't cried. Not when he was close to her, not when he beat her with the belt, not when he took her into his room. "James said to never let them see me cry."

"Even if you don't make it, you can't let him see you cry." Abby felt an arm on her shoulder. "I don't blame you for giving up, but you can't give up just yet. You need to get him caught before you join us."

She shook her head. "I think he's going to kill me. I heard James last night, that's the second time he's been here. He knows, or at least he has an idea. Look what he did to me after I saw him take you. If James knows that he's The Grabber...he'll kill me and take James."

Suddenly the door swung open, Abby turned to see The Grabber stood there. He held a large knife in his hand as he looked at her curiously. "Hang it up."

She made no movement, the whole situation reminding her of her first day down here, but now she knew it was her last day. The Grabber stepped into the room, closing the door behind himself.

"Go on." Abby said softly, still holding the phone and being unsure if Robin was still on the line. "Murder me. Murder me like you murdered my friends."

The Grabber took a step towards her, raising the knife more threateningly. 

"Murder me! Murder me like you murdered my friends!" She suddenly yelled.

The Grabber launched forward, but Abby swung the phone and hit him in the face. He stumbled back which allowed Abby to pull out another piece of broken tile. She held it up and the pair simply stared at each other, wondering who would be the first to attack.

The man finally decided, he launched forward again, swinging the knife. It caught Abby's face, leaving a large cut from her right eye brow to her left cheek. She let out a small scream of pain and fell onto the mattress. The Grabber then straddled her, raising the knife as she tried to fight back.

She shoved the tile into his shoulder, hoping it would stop him from his attack. But it didn't.

The Grabber swung the knife down, letting it pierce straight through her chest. She let out a painful scream as he repeated his actions over, and over again.