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...