Phantom's Fears

Chapter 1: Part 4

I stare at the lightly colored ceiling with a moan of disapproval. "Ugh. I think I ate too much pasta." I frown, rolling onto my side as I lay on my bed.

"Tell me about it. Though that pasta was good." Alex slips one arm behind his head, laying on the white carpeted floor of my bedroom.

"What can I say? My dad's officially the top chef of the year."

"If only you were as good as him." He scoffs with a sly smirk.

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" I raise an eyebrow, leaning forward with a fake-despondent frown. Alex glances over at me and nods with his smirk sliding into a toothy and crooked grin. "Your so full of it!" I tease him, tossing a pillow in his direction, rolling my eyes teasingly as he catches it. Sighing in content, I relax on the bed, beginning to stare up at the ceiling once more. As we lay there in dead silence, we both perk up at the sound of a buzz. And then another buzz. I quickly sit up and look around the room, spotting my phone lighting up with an Unknown number appearing on the screen. "Hmph... Should I answer it??"

"Pfft. Probably just some dumb telemarketer or whatever- Wait... That looks like the same number that had called you earlier.." His words trail off and fade as he realizes, glancing at me with uncertainty.

Sliding off the covers carefully, I stride over to the phone, picking it up and examining the number, reading it off for Alex to hear. He nods in confirmation after I'm done,

"That's the one." He squeaks. This just makes me raise an eyebrow with a curious but yet nervous expression. Do telemarketers call back? With a swift motion I press the green button to answer the call, moving it to my ear as I speak.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Hello? Anyone here?" I repeat, glancing down at Alex and noticing that he has the same look of puzzlement as I do. He leaps up and rushes over to the phone, nearing his ear towards it so he can listen as well.

Suddenly, after it seems like eternity, static begins to burst into the phone, breaking the silence. I fumble with the phone in surprise, almost dropping it to the floor. The phone suddenly speaks with a disoriented voice, only letting us make out a few words.

"Amy- We-... see-... ru-" The phone line suddenly cuts off, and this sends a shiver down my spine. I give a fretful glance towards Alex, and he returns the same. Maybe it was the static? Or the harsh, distant voice that had spoken. Or maybe it was because they had known my name. He... had known my name.