Original Story: Telephone Nightmare

Hello my lovely readers!

In the spirit of Halloween, I thought I would share a short horror/scary story. The story doesn’t take place during Halloween, but it is a scary sort of story. I hope you like it. I have decided that I am going to share some of my original stories. I have one that I would like to share with you, but it is currently being judged for a competitions and I can’t share it until the competition is over. I will share it as soon as I can.

I hope you enjoy this short story.

Peace, Love & Happiness,

WriterGirl

Telephone Nightmare

The persistent ringing of the telephone pried me from the depths of the nightmare I had been drowning in. Drenched in sweat and fear, I reached for the telephone sitting on the nightstand next to my bed.

“Hello,” I said. There was no answer, only loud breathing. “Who is this?” I asked. Again, there was no answer, only breathing. “Last chance,” I said and when no one replied, I hung up.

I flipped my pillow to the cool side and laid back down.  I rolled over to glance at the clock and wondered aloud to myself “I wonder who would call me so late and just breathe into the phone?” I closed my eyes and tried to remember what my nightmare had been about.

Just as I was about to drift off to sleep again, the telephone started ringing. I reached out, grabbed the receiver and said gruffly “hello?”

“You knew this would happen,” said a voice on the other end of the line.

“I knew what would happen?” I asked.

“You knew one day this would happen.”

“Who is this?” I cried.

“I am your worst nightmare and you knew this would happen,” said the voice.

“I don’t know who you are, or what you are talking about. You have the wrong number.” I yelled to the mystery caller and I slammed the phone down.

It was four o’clock in the morning; I was wide awake and scared. I asked myself, should I call the police? I decided against it as I crawled out of bed, grabbed my robe and headed to the kitchen.

When I reached the kitchen, I made myself a cup of coffee and grabbed my laptop. As long as I am awake, I might as well catch up on some work. While my ancient laptop booted up, I tried to figure out who the mystery caller was and what I was supposed to know would happen.

Finally, my laptop was up and running. I clicked on my email icon and my email began to load, thirteen emails from myself. Why would I send thirteen email to myself? I clicked on the first one. In block letters it said, YOU KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN.  I checked the second email, YOU KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN, I checked the third email, the same thing, after checking the fourth email I slammed the lid of my laptop shut. Why is this happening?

I got up and moved into the living room and sat on the couch. Should I call the police? Will they think I am some lonely lunatic who needs attention? I was startled out of my reverie by a knock at the door. I got up and walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole. Someone was holding a sign in front of my door. It said you knew this would happen! I yelled through the door “go away or I am calling the police.”

“Open the door,” yelled a familiar voice, “you new this would happen, payback’s a bitch. Open the door my dear sister.”

“What the hell?” I said as I swung the door open.

“April Fools Peggy, this is payback for last year,” my little sister yelled as she walked in.

 

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