ring. || "scream" story.

1. biting a bullet.

The crisp winter breeze brushed up against my cold, flushed cheeks as I closed my bedroom window. It was midnight, and I still hadn't even started to study for my Biology finals.

"Damn it. I knew I should've put down my phone." I cursed myself out loud.

It was hard to not be on your phone all of the time when it basically invented your social life.

I plopped myself down onto my bed, and rubbed my soft tan bed sheets. I sighed sharply and looked up at the cieling in despair.

No way could I, Heather Riggs, study the entire biology curriculum in time to pass this test.

"I'm screwed!" I yelled in melancholy.

I might as well just throw myself off of a burning bridge into an upsurge of salt water.

Buzz buzz!

My phone vibrated just a matter of milliseconds after I was thinking about my dream suicide.

The call was from a blocked number.

"Huh ... that's strange," I said to myself in a whisper.

"Hello?" I answered with a neutral tone. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No breathing, no quiet whispers, just the silence to fill the void.

"Look, if this is some sort of prank, It's not funny," I said quickly and hung up the phone.

I sighed loudly and threw my phone to my side gently.

Kids these days really need to stop being such assholes.

After an hour or two of studying for my finals, I gave up and called it a night. I threw my heavy biology books into my sky blue backpack and left it open since I didn't really have the physical strength to close it.

I flung myself onto my bed and smiled.

"God, how I've missed you," I said to my bed. "I can't wait to fall as–"

I was cut off by what sounded like mirror being thrown onto the ground. The sound immediately made me stand up onto my warm, fluffy white rug.

I stared at the door with panic and anxiety. My breathing became heavy, and adrenaline began pumping through my blood like cars racing to get to the finish line.

"HEATHER!" A familiar voice echoed through my bedroom hallway.

Mom.

My eyes widened in fear and my mouth dropped as I stared into the hall. Blood was smeared all over the wall and it was leading me to the attic.

I grabbed my phone and tried to call 911, but with my utter shit luck: No signal.

As soon as I threw my phone onto the floor in rage, an old-timey song played in the attic, sounding muffled.

I titled my head at the eerie sound and found myself walking towards it.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

My footsteps reverberated the eerily quiet hallway. I pulled the attics' thick string and the stairs came down at an almost super sonic speed, making a loud CRASH! sound on the hall's wooden floor.

I whimpered but followed my instincts and gently climbed the stairs as they creaked ever so slightly beneath my trembling feet.

As I reached the top of the attic, I looked around and saw something I never should've saw: the words "MOMMY'S WAITING, HEATHER" written in blood on the wall.

I screamed at the top of my lungs and then I felt something strong grab a hold of my foot, pulling me down with such force that I slammed onto the floor. I groaned and rubbed my head, slightly opening my eyes.

When I opened them, I saw it. The lobsided eyes and the open mouth.. It was the thing that just killed my mom. I pled for it to not kill me, and it obeyed.

It threw me to the end of the hallway and it ran, their footsteps resembling a mouse scurrying away from a mouse trap.

I groaned and stood-up, my balance slightly bad as my foot had been slammed hard. I ran to my room and called the police, but the call kept on failing, until I got one bar of 3G.

I dialed 911 and repeated everything that happened to the dispatch. My life really hasn't been the same ever since..

The killer is still out there, and I need to find him.

(Hey y'all!! Hope you liked this first chapter of this series I'm making. :) I really like how it's coming along, so let me know what you think!)