Don't Answer

One Missed Call

Tuesday night.

"I'll be back soon, Hun! Don't miss me too much!" And then I hear the door slam.

I sigh a little.

Most Tuesdays I'm either out with a friend or in Mull-Berry park.

Tonight felt different.

I didn't want to go out. Not only was the weather, damp and murky, my friend, Ashley, seemed busy and I wasn't too keen on disturbing her at a time like this.

10:21 my phone read.

I sat up on the leather sofa my mum had managed to buy only yesterday, feeling lazy as the landline suddenly rang.

"Hello?" I answered, the only sound audible on the other end was heavy breathing.

"ha, ha so funny." I said with a drip of sarcasm.

"Ha, ha." The voice mimicked.

I hung up quickly. That voice sounded just like...no...no it couldn't be him. He was-

Ring ring

Hesitantly, I picked up the landline, again.

"Who is this?" I quivered, hoping, praying this was only a childish prank played by stupid teens at some stupid sleepover.

"You've forgotten me already, Ally?"

"My name's Alice." I shake, "who is this?"

"Mikey, Mikey Jonson." I hear him chuckle and I'm running up the stairs not thinking once to put the landline back where it was.

I hear it ring. It won't stop.

It won't fucking shut up!

I'm in my bedroom.

I feel my body shake.

"One missed call." The landline echoes and I stop shaking.

One missed call.