As the clocks went forward and one turned to two, a phone stirs a man awake.

He picks up, but hears nothing, a quiet hum of silence.

He puts down his phone and gets back into his comfy position when it rings again.

He frustratingly clicks decline only to be immediately called again.

Decline.

Ring.

Decline.

Ring.

He groans in frustration as he goes to put his phone on silent. But just as he goes to switch the button off a new voicemail notification pings up.

He opens it and listens.

“Not nice being woken up in the middle of the night is it, next time you think about ringing me again remember I’ve not just got your number, I’ve got your address too. Sleep tight George.”

George throws his phone across his bed and runs towards his blinds looking out of them frantically.

He didn’t get much sleep that night and he didn’t show up to work either.