Look Outside

I was getting very tired of this. I checked the alarm clock that sat beside my bed. The big, red numbers read “4;44.” Great. Now I’m going to be tired for work tomorrow. Someone has called me 5 times! I didn’t plan on answering the phone but I might have to if this person doesn’t leave me alone!


Ring Ring Ring


“Who is this and why do you keep calling me,” I groggily whisper-yell into the phone. “It’s Sarah.”

My heart dropped. Sarah? “That’s not possible. Sarah died a few weeks ago,” I say. The other person goes silent for a moment and I almost hung up the phone. “I’m not lying. It really is me,” the other voice says. She sounds exactly like Sarah and now I’m starting to doubt myself. “Is it actually you? Did you really survive,” I questioned, needing the answer right now.


“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” she says. That’s Sarah. There’s no doubt anymore. But how? How is she alive? There was even a funeral.


“How? How are you alive,” I whisper, praying she doesn’t know where I am right now.


“When stupid people do stupid things it’s pretty easy to survive. Honestly I think everyone except you knew I was alive. People just don’t like you anymore,” she says, tauntingly.


I put Sarah on speaker while I text my best friend. “Did you know Sarah is alive,” I type out. The message was read a few moments later, the typing bubbles popping up.


“Don’t talk to me,” the message said.


“What did you do Sarah? Sarah! What did you do,” I yelled, heading laughter come from the other side. Do they know? Does everyone know?


“I told them the truth. I told them you’re a heartless,” oh god.

“Cold blooded,” please don’t tell me

“Murderer,” she told them

“Nice dog you have there,” she says. What? Did she take my dog? No… my dogs in the living room on the couch. “Sarah? Are you here,” I ask, dreading the response. Through the phone I hear the noise of something scraping glass. Is that… a knife?? What window is she at?


“This is what I call payback,” she says before hanging up the phone. Payback?! Just then, I get a text from my best friend.

“Look outside your window.”

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