Your eyes darted from phone screen to computer screen. Who was ringing me? Me! No one rings me.
Your left hand balling into a fist, grasping it before answering it .
"Alright, whoever you are, I want you to stop. Leave me the hell alone, yeah?" You asked.
The line was silent for a moment, then a chuckled erupted from the speaker.
"Oh Reaper, always so brash."
Your eyes widened. Your nickname? How the hell did they know your nickname?
"Who the hell are you? How do you know that name?"
"Right now, I know you don't remember. But it's Oliver. We used to be playmates back when you lived in the country."
That voice? This person, on the other end. They knew you, even the childhood nickname.
The familiar, polite yet cheeky tone. Desperately trying to recall where you knew that voice from.
Then it hit you. It was Oliver fucking St. John.
"Oliver? My, its been a long time."
"That it has."
"Now, why are you calling?"
"I think you know."
You let out a shaky breath, eyes darted to the date on the computer.
How could you forget.
"I understand."
"I'll see on Friday, Reaper."
The call ends, with you sat there, still clutching your phone.
"How could I forget? But I needed to forget."
[LAST EDITED: 22ND OF MAY 2022]
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Liar Liar ¦ A READER INSERT STORY
Bí ẩn / Giật gân[This is a story I wish I never deleted, so I'm going to restart and bring it back] One weekend in a mansion full of strangers. A murderous killer on the loose. Who can you trust?
