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Unknown Caller

The phone was ringing again. She stepped away from its eery tone and repetitive vibrations. I watched as she lifted the tiny device to her ear, her hands shaking though she was cold. She whispered a quiet hello and waited, turning pale as paper. After a moment in silence, she threw the mobile at the wall. The iPhone hit the wall with a sickening crack and plummeted to the floor, bouncing thrice and stopping by my feet. I looked at her, seeing the tears fall and get caught in her hair, pulling it to her cheeks. I stamped down on the phone as though it was on fire, screen and glass going everywhere, some cutting into my foot, but I didn't care, I hugged her close as she sobbed, dampening my t-shirt and whispering repeatedly, "when will this nightmare end?"

DAY ONE:

She was so full of life. Running after her younger siblings her parents forced her to watch; texting me and the rest of the gang; walking her dogs; going to parties; she was happy. We all were. Then, while walking through the streets of London, dogs on the leads, she walked past a telephone box. It was ringing it's awful screech as she passed and paused, looking at it. Knowing full well what happened in horror films, she picked up the phone. "H....Hello?" Her hesitant voice whistled down the line to the other end, getting only static in reply. She slammed the phone down and began to walk away when it rang again. She didn't answer.

DAY TWO:

She walked along the street without dog or child or bag. Just her and her music. She passed the phone box, the events of the previous day forgotten. In the middle of her favourite song, her phone began to ring. Lifting the mobile device to her ear, she didn't bother to check the number but was greeted with silence. She muttered a hello, hearing a whisper, sounding so very very close in Response. "Hello Beth." She jumped, a chill dancing on her spine at the unfamiliar voice. "Who's this?" Her voice shook as she removed her other earbud and looked around. The caller said nothing and she checked the number, thinking it might be one of her friends pulling an unfunny prank. 'Unknown caller' the screen proclaimed. She held it back to her ear as the caller began again. "You're looking around now aren't ya? Well enjoy your day!" The line went dead.

DAY SIX

She sat in her room surfing the net after four days without incident, when her home phone rang, she picked up, thinking it would be a random family member. It wasn't. "Hello?" Silence. "Anyone there?" Silence. She sighed and was about to hang up when she heard a voice. "I see you there" she shuddered at the voice, for it has the same empty hollowness it had had on her mobile. She slammed It down, tears falling.

DAY FIFTEEN:

Every day had been the same. The house phone would ring. The voice would tell her it could see her. Then her mobile would ring. The voice told her it was okay. The telephone box would ring. All she would hear was heavy breathing. She would shy away from any phone that rang. She changed her number, stopped passing the telephone box, but the calls kept coming. She managed to block calls from unknown numbers on her mobile, but the calls kept coming.

DAY EIGHTEEN:

The phone rang. She didn't answer. Her mobile rang. She didn't answer. I called her, using my own Nokia as my Samsung was lost to the sea of items in my room. She didn't answer. It had been three days since I had last heard from her, so I kept calling till she answered, her voice shaking with sobs, sounding distant in her hysteria."thank God it's you Joe I thought...n..never mind. Joe I need help." I stood in silence as she explained all that had happened to her in the last eighteen days. "It's gonna be okay Beth. I'll come around now and-" I stopped at her yell hearing footsteps and heavy breathing then silence. "There's someone outside" she whispered, still crying. "I'm coming to get you. It'll be okay" I grabbed my coat and my keys and rushed to her house, seeing a figure standing opposite. I walked to the door and she let me in, hugging me tightly. "He won't stop" I held her tightly, trying to calm her."don't worry, I'll make him stop"