I sat on the couch, watching TV with my dog. I was slightly on edge from what had happened earlier. I got a phone call on my cellphone from a blocked number. It was a man's voice, deep and gravelly. "You better run." Then he hung up. I figured it was one of my guy friends. They're always doing stuff like that. It's 6:30 now, four hours after the creepy call. I kept waiting for it. I finished my episode of CSI: Las Vegas and decided to make dinner. It's 7:00 now. I made myself a grilled cheese sandwich with a can of cherry Coke. Yeah, I eat only the most gourmet. After I was about halfway through my grilled cheese when my phone rang again. Blocked Number. "Hello?"
"Enjoying dinner?" The voice said. I immediately looked to my kitchen window above the sink. I didn't see anything.
"Who is this?"
He laughed, a horrible sound, like metal on stone. "Just a friend. You don't know me, but I know you." I got up and walked towards my front door. I locked it. "Oh, come on, Kiara. No need to be that way."
"How do you know my name?"
He laughed that laugh again. " I know a lot of things about you." I heard papers shuffling on his end. "Happy Birthday. I know I'm a little late, three weeks and two days, but still."
I was really starting to freak out. I took a deep breath and thought of something. The computer. I went over and looked up how to trace a call. " How did you get this information?"
"I've got my resources." I couldn't find any ways to track a call without being a police officer. "Well, it seems you've found a way to stop playing. Don't worry sweetheart, the game's just beginning."
