I knew I was making a mistake

(A/N: Sooo, I know this isn't very long but this is what I wrote for my state writing test, And I got a B. I figured I would just put it up on here. I know its pretty short. I added a little bit to it but not much. I hope you enjoy. Sorry if it sucks. The original was only five paragraphs. So ENYYYway. Read on my LadyBugs!)

I could never forget that night, it would be impossible to forget something the horrific. My mother always told me when babysitting my younger brother, " 

Don't you be answering the door or the telephone. It's not safe." Now normally i wouldn't have listen to her, If only I have listened to her, things would be so much different.

Maybe I wouldn't have night terrors or be too frightened to stay home at night for more then an hour. I would give anything to change what had happened. Some stories have happy endings, mine doesn't.

That little voice in my head told me not to do it, I should have listened, but no, i just had to ignore it. I knew I was making a mistake when I picked up the phone. I knew deep down inside it was wrong, I just couldn't help myself. In the beginning it only seemed like a prank, and then it appeared to me that they knew more then they should have and after the 3rd time they called, I knew whoever it was, it wasn't human.

That night started off like any other Friday in March, mom and dad had gone off on their date night, and I had to stay home and babysit my younger brother Mark. It had started raining an hour after they left. As the night progressed it just got worse and worse. Rain drops so big it was like hail, thunder so loud nothing could be heard, even if someone screamed, and lighting so bright it could white out a room for five seconds or more.

At the time I didn't think of anything of the strange weather, but in the aftermath, it all made sense. It was all part of their plan, I had told Mark to go to bed a half an hour before the first phone call. I was downstairs watching some movie called Stranger than Fiction.

I was so into the movie I didn't hear the first couple rings of the telephone, and when I did I jumped up so fast my feet got caught up in my blankets, I tripped and landed square on my face. By the time I untangled myself and ran to the phone, it had stopped ringing. "Well that was a waste of my time," I noted to myself. I had just sat down and made myself comfortably when it rang once more. "Oh you have got to be kidding me, right?" I asked myself. Yet once more I got up to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Ugh..."

"Hello? Is someone on the line?"

"Nagh..."

"Sorry, I can't understand you. Please call back another time."

With that I hung up the phone, and had only made it five steps before it rang again. This has got to be some joke I asked myself, but none the less I went back to the ringing phone.

"Hello?"

No answer, I waited a few seconds before asking again.

"Hello, is someone there?"

I thought they weren't going to answer me, but after a moment or two the voice came out low and raspy not sounding like a man or a woman.

"Help me..."

"Madi, this had better not be you or I swear...!"

"Mark is going to get it, Mark is going to get it." It said in the same creepy low voice like it was chanting.

"Madison this isn't funny! Knock it off!"

"Where is he now? I don't know, you don't know, nobody knows!"

I threw the phone down and ran upstairs as fast as I could to my little brothers bedroom, slamming the door wide open. I looked at the bed and couldn't see him then I checked the closet, but I didn't find him in their either. "Mark?!" The silence was deafening, I couldn't help but freak out. I knew deep down inside that something was very wrong. "Mark!? Where are you?!"

"Why are you shouting, I'm right here, I was only in the bathroom."

Without thinking I ran to him the rapped my arms around his tiny frame.

"Oh thank goodness you're alright! I was so scared!"

"Calm down! I just had to use the restroom, everything is alright."

A half an hour later of playing some cards to help get my mind of the terrifying phone call, I put Mark to bed and made my way downstairs, only to see blankets on the floor, the television still on, and the telephone on the floor where I had dropped it.

I put the blankets on the couch and turned the T.V. off and turned to pick up the phone. Did that really happen? I was so scared that someone was in the house trying to hurt Mark. At least I know he is okay.

"Honey we're home!"

"Oh hey mom, did you have fun?"

"Always do, sweetheart, but I'm just going to go check on Mark then go to bed, don't stay up too late. Goodnight!"

As she left the room I walked into the kitchen to get water when I heard, "AHHHHH!! My baby!" I ran as quickly as my legs could carry me to my mother.

"Someone took my baby! Where is he?"

"What are you talking about mom!"

"Mark isn't anywhere and there is a note on his bed."

"I slowly made my way to the bed and picked up the small note.

It read "I told you Mark was going to get it. You should have listened, now it's too late."