An Anonymous Call

Chapter 7- Possibilities

27th March, 2014:

It had left me distressed. My fears overcame me. There was a time when Sai had to comfort me as I broke down and weeped. Why did he choose to call me? Why was I the chosen one? 

I've pictured disturbing and horrifying images in my mind for the past few days. I was cautious whenever I was alone, or in the darkness. I was frightened. Why is this happening to me?

28th March, 2014:

2:00 a.m.: 

My eyes fluttered open. I was rarely awake in the middle of the night. I was terrified. I was in darkness. The ceiling fan was not functioning. Had the power gone out?

It seems that the hall light outside my room was fused. The power had definitely gone out. Or am I just experiencing sleep paralysis? 

I tried to kick my legs like a child, seeing if I was able to move. Yes, I was. Phew, I was not experiencing sleep paralysis. 

The moon's lustre was the only source of light that I had in my room. I looked above me, staring at the ceiling. The ceiling fan was slowly rotating, and came to an abrupt halt. The power had only recently gone out. 

I was panicking. Scared. Terrified. 

I could see a glimpse of light out of the corner of my left eye. I glanced to the left, and through my neighbor's window, I could see that someone had switched on a flashlight.

I was not alone.

The other terrace houses in my area were dissolved in darkness. The street lamps were fused as well. 

Was it just an ordinary blackout? Or had someone purposely caused it? Had a burglar shut off the electricity source so that he could plot his next move? Or has the John Doe caused it? 

I stayed in bed for about an hour. I was too afraid to move. I was too afraid to even turn to face my door angle. I feared that a wraith may haunt me, staring at me with it's dark eyes, piercing through my soul. I feared that an intruder might be lurking in the shadows, planning to thrust his weapon into me. 

I acted so childish, wrapping myself with a wool blanket as protection from the ghosts. It was extremely hot. I couldn't bear the heat. 

When I gained my self- confidence, I was brave enough to reach out for my phone; I wanted to call my parents in the next room, to see if they were awake. 

Just as I gripped my phone, I felt wind against my slender arm. The electricity was back. The ceiling fan whirled with all it's might; I had set the speed to '3' last night. 

That was strange. It was as if everything was already scheduled and put into action. I gripped my phone, and the electricity magically returned. "Huh," I wondered. I drifted off to sleep, noticing that it was already 3:30 a.m. and I needed more rest. 

7:23 a.m.:

I was disturbed by a loud sound. 

*BING* 

I noticed that it had came from my phone. Who could've been sending me messages this early in the morning? I've only managed to sleep for a couple of hours. This person is interrupting my slumber. 

The screen of my phone brightened. I winced as I got closer to the phone, as the shining light pierced my sight. I keyed in my PIN in the darkness, as my eyes adjusted to the brightness. I opened my messages tab, to find something unpleasant that I did not wish to receive. 

The message sent was a blank one, from the anonymous caller. The speech bubble was yellow and empty, no words were written, no media was sent. Just plain blank. 

7:24 a.m.:

A minute passed. 

*BING*

Another speech bubble popped up. It was again, exactly the same. Blank. 

Is this a new tactic that he's using? By sending me blank messages just so he could scare me? 

I paused from looking at my phone for a moment, and thought about what the messages could display. Was it a threat? Was he fooling around? But a blank message could mean nothing. There was no proof shown.

The digital clock on my bedside table displayed 7:25 a.m.

*BING*

I was getting tired of these spams. More empty text bubbles. Could he just stop? Is this a game he was willing to carry on forever? I've been ignoring so many of his calls, his messages, and he's still not giving up yet? What is his motivation to keep calling me? Did I do anything?

7:26 a.m.

7:27 a.m.

Two messages had already come in for five minutes now. And all were blank. Why is he spamming me? How long will this go on? 

I waited for the next minute. Awaiting his next blank message.

7:28 a.m.:

Well this was surprising. Not a single message was sent from the number. I felt so relieved that his childish little game had ended. I stretched out on my comfortable bed, daydreaming about my appointment with Sai next month-- We could go shopping, to the arcade, enjoying the most delicious and sweet macarons, and chilling out at Starbucks, sipping mochas and cappucinos. 

7:39 a.m.:

I was still in my land of imagination. I was picturing such things that would bring joy to me and Sai, as best friends strengthening our friendship. 

Then...

*BING*

It couldn't possibly be John Doe. I was sure of it. It had ended. 

But right when I opened the message, it was again, blank.

It had begun.