A Drop From The Sea

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Call me.

Was what written on a piece of paper that was left by the stranger on my porch. I tried to look around, looking for the sender but I found none. It was slightly creepy but my curiosity won over myself. I checked the back side of the paper. I saw what I thought as phone number. I walked to my living room and lied down on the couch. I grabbed my phone and dialed the number. Soon, it was answered. I waited for the other side to speak but all I could hear was their breath. I decided to speak first.

"Hello?"

They still didn't answer. I spoke again. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

I heard small noises. "Hello? Who are you?"

Again, the noises. It started to bother me.

"Hello? If you're not answering now, I'll hang up."

The noises got noisier, as if there were party from the other side.

"Alright, I'm hanging up-"

"You should have thrown away the paper the moment you saw it."

I got startled when they spoke. "What do you mean?"

"7 days till doom," they hung up.

I looked at my phone's screen confusedly. 7 days till doom? What was that supposed to mean?