Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a bars music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn't in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friends phone to call mine.
After two rings someone answered, gave a low raspy giggle, and hang up. They didn't pick up again. I eventually gave up as a lost cause an went home.
I found my phone laying on my night stand, right where I had left it.
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Creepypastas
FanfictionI know there are a lot of these, but I wanted to make a collection of my favorite creepypastas. I own none of these. The only thing I changed was that I edited out the cussing, so this is about as kid-friendly as creepy and murderous stories can get...
