The Phone [Another one shot horror story]

The phone

HE WAS HAVING A HARD TIME TO GET OUT OF BED. It was already 6 o'clock in the morning and the sun was shining but he was still just lying here.

"Why should I get up? Life isn't that good to me anyway." He kicked off his blanket and checked his phone on the night stand.

"Ouch." He said as he unintentionally cut himself with a knife placed on his desk.

"What? A knife? Why would I have a knife in my night stand?" He pushed the knife away to a safe distance and kept on looking for his phone. He bumped some medicine bottles, a few cigarette butts and an ashtray along the way, until he finally felt something rectangular on his hands.

He hurriedly pulled it out and pressed its upper right corner to unlock the phone. To his disappointment, it was a flask of alcohol. An empty one.

"Argh, where's my phone?" He held the empty flask tight and smashed it on the floor. This produced a loud, thin sound of glass and scattered glass pieces everywhere. He jolted straight up and looked around his surroundings. He looked at his dim walls with a lot of pentagram spray paint figures everywhere.

He finally got a reason to get up and fix his bed. While standing, he felt something wet underneath his feet so he took one of his clothes from the laundry basket and dumped it there. Avoiding the mess he had done earlier, he walked all over his room in an attempt to find his phone. But still, no luck.

"WHERE IS MY PHONE?! MOM!!"

No reply was heard.

"HEY MOM, HAVE YOU SEEN MY PHONE?" He moved closer to the door to see if his mom could hear him better that way.

Still, no reply.

Hastily, he tried to twist open the doorknob but he felt a sharp pain near his wound. He withdrew it quickly and used the other hand instead. He slowly opened the door as he noticed that the lights were not turned on yet.

He trotted down the stairs as he peeked as his mother crying by a white mysterious chest in the middle of our living room. She was wearing black overalls and she was weeping like a faucet.

After a few more steps, he realized why his mother was crying and what the chest really was. It was his casket.