【 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 】 Nicholas chavez

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍  ׅ ׁ 

    ׄ  ㅤ 𓈒   𝓐nd the moon comes up

The apartment is dimly lit, the glow of the TV casting soft shadows around the room.  I'm lounged on the couch, casually flipping through channels. My phone on the coffee table buzzes suddenly. I glanced at it—UNKNOWN CALLER. With a sigh, I pick it up.

"Hello?" A deep voice replies on the other end, smooth, unrecognizable but calm.

"Hey there." I lean back, thinking it's a wrong number, my tone indifferent "Uh, hey. Who is this?"

"Just someone who thought they'd call to hear that lovely voice of yours."

I raise an eyebrow, glancing at the screen again, unsure but still relaxed. "Yeah, okay. Real funny. Do I know you or something?"

"Not yet... but maybe you'd like to."  I sit up a little straighter, slightly caught off guard but still amused.
"Okay, buddy, who put you up to this? Is this some prank?"

"No prank. Just thought we could talk, maybe get to know each other... don't you think you sound a little lonely in that big apartment?"

My smile falters for a second, glancing around. How did he know I was alone? "Alright, weird question for a stranger. How'd you get this number?"

"Does it matter? I just want to know more about you. Like... what's your favorite movie?"

I scoff lightly, but the playful tone of the conversation kept me engaged. I leans back into the couch, easing up a bit despite the oddness.

"Uh, I dunno. I like all kinds. Why? You giving me movie recs now?" his tone deepens, more suggestive
"Maybe. I'd like to know what gets your heart racing... something scary? Something thrilling?"

I pause, my playful energy wavering. I feelt a subtle shift in the conversation, something off about the way he said it. I sit up again, glancing toward the dark hallway.

"Okay... what is this, seriously? You're starting to creep me out now." There's a beat of silence, and when he speaks again, his voice is lower, closer, dripping with a twisted kind of flirtation.

"What, no fun in a little scare? I think you'd look cute when you're scared."

My heart skipped a beat, my pulse quickening now, realizing this isn't just some innocent call.
"Alright, I don't know what you think this is, but I'm hanging up. Don't call me again."

I pulled my phone from my ear, but before I could've hang up, his voice slices through, sharper now.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Isha."

My thumb freezes over the end call button. I hadn't told him my name. I slowly brings the phone back to my ear, my voice shaking slightly.

"How do you know my name?" He replied back mocking my fear "Oh, I know more than that. I know what you're wearing. I know how your hand's shaking right now. I know if you hang up... I'll be right outside your door."

I jump off the couch, panic fully setting in. I moved toward the door, frantically checking the lock. My voice is more urgent now, no longer flirting—just fear.

"Who the hell is this? What do you want?"

"I want to play a game. You like scary movies, right? Well, how about we see how long you last before you scream?"

I heard the sound of a key turning in the front door making me jump. The door CREAKS open slowly.

"Oh my God! NO!" I stumbled backward, dropping my phone as the door swings open fully, revealing jordan, my boyfriend. He rushed inside, eyes wide, startled by my scream.

"Isha! What happened?! Are you okay?" I crumpled to the floor, sobbing as Jordan raced to my side, pulling me into his arms. I clutched him tightly, my breathing ragged, words tumbling out between sobs.

"Jordan... he called me. This guy—he knew my name, he knew I was alone, he said he was watching me! He wanted to play some sick game—he said he'd be right outside the door! I thought it was him when you came in—I thought—"

Jordan's face tightens, and he hugged me tighter, pressing my head into his chest. He strokes my hair, trying to calm me down.

"Shhh, it's okay, Isha. I'm here now. No one's gonna hurt you."

I gripped his shirt, my body still trembling as he rocks me gently, trying to reassure me. After a moment, Jordan's expression darkens with concern, and he pulls back slightly, looking into my eyes.

"I'm calling Luke. We need to tell him right away."

He pulls out his phone, dialing quickly.

"Call your brother faster, please! What if he's still out there? What if—"

Jordan shushed me softly, holding me close again as he waits for his brother to answer. After a couple of rings, Luke picks up, his voice firm, carrying the steady tone of someone used to handling emergencies.

"Jordan? What's up?"

"Luke, something just happened with Isha. Some psycho called her—he was saying creepy stuff, threatening her. Can you come over?"

"Yeah, I'm on my way. Stay inside, lock the doors."

Jordan hangs up, looking down at me. He rubs my back gently, his voice soft but steady "Luke's coming. We're safe now, okay? No one's getting through that door."

I nod, my breathing starting to slow, but I still cling jordan tightly, the fear not quite gone.
"I'm not letting anything happen to you. You're safe, I promise."

I nod again, leaning into his chest, my arms around his waist. The comfort of his touch helps, but my heart is still racing. A few minutes later, the doorbell rings. Jordan stands up, still holding my hand as he walks to the door.

"That's Luke."

He opens the door to reveal his brother, tall, confident, in his police jacket, his eyes scanning the room the moment he steps in.

"Alright, what happened? Talk to me."

Jordan gestured toward me, I explained everything again—how the call started normal, then got creepy, the way the voice shifted, how the man knew things about me and the apartment. Luke listens intently, arms crossed, but there's a slight smirk on his face as I finished

"Sounds like some idiot playing a prank. You get these kinds of calls more often than you think."

I frowned, feeling a mix of relief and frustration at how casually Luke is taking it. Jordan, standing by my side, looked at me, trying to ease the tension.

"Luke's probably right. It's messed up, but it's probably just some guy trying to scare you."

Luke nods, glancing around the room briefly "I'll file a report, but don't worry too much. Most of these calls don't mean anything. Just be careful, keep your phone on you, and don't hesitate to call me if anything else happens."

I exhaled shakily, my nerves still frayed. Jordan puts an arm around me, pulling me close again as Luke heads toward the door.

"I don't know... what if it wasn't just a prank?"

Jordan rubbed my shoulder, his voice calm. "Luke's got it covered. I'll stay home tonight. No one's getting near you."

I nodded, finally allowing myself to relax a little in his arms, but deep down, a part of me still isn't sure.