The Call: A Horror Short Story

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John woke up to the sound of his iPhone ringer going off. A loud sigh left his lips as he tossed over to see what time it was.

“Three in the morning, you have got to be kidding me,” he puts his hand on his forehead and shakes his head.

The screen shows an unknown caller calling his phone, he picks up, “Hello?”

The call was silent there was no one there, he just heard a lot of breathing coming from the end of the other line.

“Hello?” he repeated again.

“This is a warning, watch out. We’re coming to get you,” the voice was muffled through the phone. John hung up as quick as he could, his hands trembling.

This isn’t the first night this has happened to him. Every night at three in the morning for the past two weeks, he got the same phone call warning him about someone coming to get him. At this point, he didn’t know whether it was a prank or not and he was getting very concerned. Not only were the phone calls happening but every time after the phone call, he heard strange sounds coming from downstairs. Tonight it sounded like there was someone scratching against the walls closest to the stairs. John shook his head.

“It’s just your imagination, buddy,” he pulled the covers over his head and tried to go back to sleep.

John went to college the next day and met up with his girlfriend, Alyssa in the hallway.

“You look tired and you seem very grumpy,” Alyssa laughed looking at him.

“It’s not funny, someone keeps calling me at three in the morning on the dot every night for the past two weeks. I’m terrified,” John spoke and his voice was shaky.

Alyssa could tell by the tremble in his voice that he was actually scared of something and she felt bad that she made fun of him. Alyssa offered to sleepover at his house sometime this weekend so he could feel safer. The two went to UCLA in California, they stayed out of trouble for the most part so it seemed weird for someone to be targeting John.

“You don’t think it’s a prank do you?” Alyssa asked looking at him with a concerned look.

“No way, who pranks people anymore,” John retaliated. “Besides if it’s a prank its a really stupid one.”

Alyssa shook her head, she honestly couldn’t tell if she trusted John’s word or not about what was happening. She realized she would find out this weekend when she slept over.

John went back home after school and this was the one time he was dreading to go home. Was his house haunted? Did someone die here? Is someone fucking around with him? A bunch of questions raced through his head as he sat there staring at a blank page on his computer. He couldn’t even focus on his schoolwork because he was so tired from not sleeping every night for the past couple of weeks. He needed to do something to keep his mind off of whatever was haunting him so he gave his parents a phone call. It had been a while since they last talked and he was an only child which meant he was always and will always be their baby boy.

The conversation went on for an hour. They talked about school, Alyssa, and who this person that was calling him could potentially be. John’s father eventually got on the phone and asked the normal questions he always did. After that, they exchanged ‘I love you’s’ and hung up the phone.

That night it was extremely quiet in his house and there was a thunderstorm out, John loved thunderstorms it helped him sleep. He got into bed and drifted off into a deep sleep not thinking about what was potentially haunting him.

John shot up when he heard his phone ringing, again at 3 in the morning and of course, an unknown caller.

“Jesus (expletive) Christ, can I just get some sleep for once,” he groaned.

He answered the phone but this time it was different. There was a voice at the other end of the phone.

“You will die soon just like your twin brother did. I can not tell you when but it will be coming. If you tell anyone, it will happen sooner than expected,” the strange voice said through the phone.

He hung up and his heart was racing so fast he could hear it in his head. He took deep breaths trying to calm himself down but nothing was working. John was only twenty-two and now his life may potentially end? And he just found out from a mysterious voice on the phone that he has a twin brother, there was no way. John stared at his phone screen but then something caught his eye in the corner of the room, when he looked up, nothing was there.

“Can my mind just stop fucking with me at this point?” he yelled probably waking up his entire neighborhood.

The weekend came and went, Alyssa slept over and no phone call happened. The person truly didn’t want anyone to know who he was or what he intended. John was jittery all weekend, looking every which way with whatever step he took. Alyssa questioned him multiple times but John would give no answers. He didn’t want her to be involved in this and he didn’t want her to know that he could possibly die at any minute now. John waited till Alyssa left his apartment on Sunday to give his parents a call and ask about this supposed twin brother of his.

“Mom, can you put me on speaker?”

John’s mom clicked the button so both his father and his mother could hear him.

“Is there anything you’ve never told me about?” he asked.

“Not that I can think of honey, why? What’s wrong?”

“I got a strange call again last night and whoever the person was mentioned I had a twin brother. Is that true?”

“Oh honey, yes it is. We never mentioned him because he died during labor. The doctors did everything to save him but he’s no longer alive.”

Interesting, what else could his parents be hiding from him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t need to know because we didn’t want you to be upset and your father and I wanted to move on from it.” 

John threw his phone across the room and the whole screen cracked. He hung up the phone and sat in a chair with his head in his hands. His whole life was falling apart between someone trying to kill him and now finding out he had a twin brother. Why was this happening now? Thoughts were running through his head and he couldn’t take control of them. He put his hands over his ears and closed his eyes, trying to stop all of his thoughts from running through his head but the next thing he knew, he felt a sharp stabbing feeling in his back. John moved his hands to where he felt the pain and felt a metal object stuck in the back of him, he turned around to see someone who looked identical to him, his twin brother.

“W-why did you do this to me?” He asked while coughing up blood. His mouth tasted of iron and he could feel his body trying to stay awake but was getting extremely tired. He was done putting up a fight and could slowly start to see the white light get closer and brighter until he was completely dead.

“My name is Corey,” the twin said while standing over his brother’s dead body.

“But now it’s John.”

Corey dragged his body into the basement, laid out some plastic, had bleach, and a knife. He began chopping up pieces of his dead brother’s body.

“You got to have a good life while I was stuck in a home my whole life. I finally tracked you down and now I’m going to have a good life and I’m also going kill everyone you once loved,” Corey said.

Corey began living John’s life and everyone believed that he was John. His family and his girlfriend totally did and that’s how he knew his plan had worked.