Story - The Phone Call: Part 2

 .. Peter put his hand on the light switch and he felt another bony scaly hand there.

Out of shock Peter flicked the light switch to ON. He took in the room. It looked untouched. It looked just the way his parents had left it. Peter thought he was going crazy, which he probably was.

He went into the room and searched, there wasn’t a soul in there. Just as he finished searching the bathroom, he heard a loud crash and that same shrill giggle downstairs.

Slowly Peter made his way to the lower level, his mind gradually driving him crazy. He went down the staircase into the hall and said, “Hello? Is anyone in here? If there is, please leave immediately.”

He was responded with the same giggle. He went into the hall and the light turned off, he felt the same hand on his neck, the creature’s sharp talons digging into his skin. Then he fainted.

“Peter Smith was abducted by a mystery kidnapper on Sunday in the late afternoon, his parents had left the town for a day and when they came back they saw that Peter was missing. The strange thing is that there were no signs of struggle. If anybody sees him, please call the number below.” The T.V. reporter said on the screen.

The mystery creature turned to Peter who sat thrashing in his chair, “Can you believe it, they’re still looking for you!”

Peter sat there with the gag in his mouth, hoping for a miracle. Just then, they heard loud gunshots outside. Peter was very startled as they were in the middle of nowhere. He thanked God for listening to his prayers and hoped for the best. The creature, upon hearing the noises, debated about taking Peter along with him. It seemed that he somehow decided against it and disappeared into thin air. 

Two Police Officers busted down the door, and saw poor Peter sitting in the chair. They were shocked to see a little boy sitting there, looking extremely dehydrated and tired.

The officers had come there because they were investigating another similar missing persons cases and had found out that in one of the other victim’s house, there was a leaf of a Pine tree which seemed out of place as there were no pine trees in the vicinity. So, they went to the nearest place where there were Pine trees and had seen a cabin in the woods. That day they decided to look into the cabin and had found Peter there.

Peter was returned home safely. He tried to tell his tale to everyone, but nobody would believe him. They all though that because of dehydration and other factors Peter was seeing things. But Peter knew what he had seen, and he would never be the same.

THE END.

Story - The Phone Call

Peter was alone at home and suddenly the phone rang….

Peter Smith was a young boy of 14, he lived in the suburbs of sunny Goa. He was a tall, rather skinny, freckled lad with wispy brown hair, big brown eyes and a round face. He was quite a normal kid; nothing remarkably different about him. Average marks, average life etc. That was until that day, where his life would change forever.

That day Peter’s parents had left him alone at home to do some adult task Peter didn’t ask about. It was a gray Sunday afternoon, Peter’s parents were to return the following day. He had been feeling a little off that day, he felt something in the air, sort of like an evil omen. But he just shrugged it off thinking it was just the gloomy weather.

At about 7pm Peter decided to plug in a movie, he was quite focused in the movie and wasn’t really aware of his surroundings. That was until the phone rang. The sound of the telephone filled the whole house and became louder and louder. Peter was surprised by the call, he wasn’t really expecting anyone. He didn’t have many friends who would want to call him.

Reluctantly, Peter paused the movie and went to pick up the phone. Then suddenly he got a chill; like somebody had poured ice water down his shirt. He chose to ignore it yet again and finally picked up the call. When he answered the call he heard nothing, absolute silence. “Hello?” Peter said, and then suddenly he heard a high – pitched, shrill giggle from the other end and then the other person hung up. Thinking it was a prank call of some sort, but somewhere inside he knew it was much more than that.

Peter checked the call log; and he was completely taken aback. It was the landline in his parent’s room!

Now Peter was scared, very scared. He wasn’t one to believe in ghosts, but now his mind started thinking otherwise. He went up the stairs to his parent’s room, with each step the stair would creak. It seemed that time was moving in slow – motion.

He finally reached his parent’s room. He softly opened the door, Peter was sweating buckets now. Inside he saw pitch – black darkness. He put his hand on the light switch and felt another bony, scaly hand there...