"What? Who's calling me..?" Ally asked, startled. She was falling asleep at her computer, editing, at 4 am. She rubbed her eyes as her warm hands grazed her table in search for her phone. She grabbed it and immediately answered, forgetting to check who it was.
"Hello?" She answered still waking up slightly.
"Hello..." A raspy voice cackled into the phone. The voice sent shivers down her spine. It might not have said much but Ally didn't trust it.
"Who is this?" Ally stood up, resting her weight on the table. She turned off her monitor as the room went pitch black. Her eyes gradually adjusted as she realized how familiar the voice sounded, "Do I know you?"
"Not yet, but if you want to see Cashel again, come to the old abandoned building in your neighborhood."
This drew so many questions; How do you know where I live? How don't I know you? How do you know me? Why is your voice oddly familiar?
But of all these questions the one that drew the most importance she screamed into the phone, "What have you done to Cashy?! How can I believe you?"
"Let me put her on the phone..." The voice breathed, slightly humored at Ally's anger.
"Ally... It's a trap..." Cashel coughed.
"I'll be there as fast as possible."
Ally slammed the phone down and into her pocket. She ran down her apartment stairs and out the door. Turning a sharp left and sprinting down the street, "She's still alive. I can save her."
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"Why are you doing this? Who are you?" Cashel winced at the searing pain in her arm from a stab wound.
"Don't you... Recognize me?" The voice laughed.
"I'm Ally." The voice stepped into the light. Her eyes red, skin pale, hair dark, teeth long. "Well," the voice chuckled, "Sort of."
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Ally knocked the door over and ran into the room immediately reaching a fighting stance. "C-Cashy!" Ally teared, "What have you done to her?! You f*cker!" She never let her guard down staring at Cashel's bloodied form.
The room was pitch black, one streak of moonlight illuminating Cashel's chair, positioned in the center of the room facing the door. Gashes lined her face and limbs.
"Watch your language, me." The outline of the figure was seen towering over Cashel. The figure became a smoke-like substance and disappeared.
