My phone, which once felt light in my hands, now feels like an ice block. I had been looking forward to going home all day, my soft, cloud like bed, the smell and warmness of my cup of tea. I sit in my stalling car outside of my house, I don't realize I am holding my breath, until a small wisp of air escapes my lips.

"Okay, who am I to trust this. It could be a spam text or someone

pranking me." but I don't convince myself. I have a gut wrenching knot in my stomach. My phone starts to ring. I jump nearly out of my seat, bad blood blasts from my phone in my hand. "Anonymous?" i gasp. I have shivers, running down spine. My whole body shakes as I slide my finger across the screen.

"hello?" I ask into the speaker. I hear a shriek, a bone chilling one. One that must have come out of a young girl. My breathing is heavy and slow. Shockingly, like the one on the other side.

"I swear to god! I said don't come over!" A deep voice emerges from the speaker. Another scream materializes. This time I let out a whimper of fear. This one did not sound human, it shrieked and yelped. It seemed so loud over the phone, yet sitting outside I heard nothing. Absolutely nothing but crickets. I put the phone in my lap, I can still hear everything perfectly clear even though I wasn’t on speaker phone. I continue to listen to the creature as I turn the ignition off. My keys jangle in my hand as I open my door and step out. My knees are shaking and I can’t seem to keep them still. I have a cold sweat soaking through the armpits of my hoodie. I walk slowly up to my house, my heart is thumping so rapidly and strong, it’s painful. As I reach my hand up to the door, I gulp down the built up saliva in my mouth and throat and find the key to my house in the mess around the ring. I take some deep breathes as I fiddle with the lock until the handle can turn. The door opens with a creek, a shred of light spills onto my feet and the sidewalk. I let my last minute of my true safety rush through me. I step in, my foot makes a slight clank on the hardwood floor. At first everything seems like a normal night. The room is its cool temperature and couch’s look the same as I left them, this morning. A laundry basket full of unfolded clothes sits just below the cushions. I smile. I let myself feel the relief of the prank, the harsh, blood curdling prank. I toss my keys and phone on the couch, which I now realize has not made sound since I left the car. The unknown caller had hung up. I plop down on an unoccupied by objects side of the couch and close my eyes. I feel my heart slow, tired from the strain. I open my heavy eyes, to sight of a neon pair staring back. I scream and jolt back, but I have no where to go. I freeze as the eight foot stretched black figure towers over me. Its not-face face continues to inch towards me. A hand reaches for my throat with long dark fingers with razor sharp nails. I try to scream for help but nothing comes out. It opens its mouth and screeches, dark liquid sprays my face and it jumps off of me.

“What the hell were you thinking!?” The deep voice from before yells at me. As I slowly make my way up, I see a man with blonde, mid length hair, his eyes trained on the figure.

“It wants you,” he says, when I don’t move, he glances at me and says, “Get. Out.” The sincerity in his voice startles me. I nod and sop the hot, sticky, fluid half off my face with my sleeve. I can’t move until he yells, “NOW!” So loudly, I think he might of snapped his vocal cord. I am startled back into reality, a very strange reality, but I am able to jump and run to the door. I get outside, the cold air hitting me like a bag of bricks. I run until I can’t breath and it hurts to when I try. I feel my foot catch on a bump in the road and fly into the ground. I feel the thud before the hurt. The blackness took over before the pain could be in full affect.

“Good, you’re awake. I gotta go but your face is pretty screwed up.” The familiar voice says. My eyes slowly adjust to the bright fluorescent lights of a small hospital room. I am left alone.