Short Horror Story

The Phone Call

NOTE BEFORE WE BEGIN THE STORY: THERE WERE TWO POSSIBLE CLIFFHANGER ENDINGS TO THIS STORY I COULD'VE USED. I COULDN'T DECIDE ON ONE, SO I'M MAKING THIS STORY MOSTLY THE SAME AS THE OTHER ONE, EXCEPT WITH A TINY BIT DIFFERENT ENDING.

ENJOY!!

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

RING RING!!

"UGH!" Beatrice groans. "Who could be calling this late at night?"

"I'll get it, darling," Chad says. He places his wine glass down on the table and goes to the  phone.  ¨Hello,¨ he says, putting it on speaker so his beloved wife can hear as well.

"Hey, Mom and Dad. It's me," the voice at the end of the line says. "Isabel."

Chad turns to Beatrice, whose eyes are wide with surprise. ¨I-Isabel! Darling!" the shocked mother replies. "How did you find us? Our number?"

"I have my ways," Isabel replies. "Listen, you don't have to respond anymore. I'll do the talking.

"After I was wounded in those woods behind our house, I was found by a family who loved me. They kept me, and raised me the right way.

"Oh, sorry," Isabel stops herself. "Was I whining too much?" The distressed father rubs his temples. 

"That's right," the girl says. "Fifteen years later, and I still remember every thing you did to me to shut me up, and when attacking me in the woods was your last attempt, you thought you did it."

The mother and father have forgotten about all about Isabel. They forgot about the times Beatrice put her in the ant-ridden basement because of all the times Isabel cried as a child. They forgot about the times when Chad beat Isabel with a belt, despite that having made her cry harder. They made many attempts to keep her in fear of them, and when Isabel still didn't comply, they took her out to the woods one midnight and killed her. 

Well, they thought they did, anyway.

The lost daughter maniacally chuckles to herself. "Well... you might want to look out your window."