Hello Can You Hear Me

H…E…L…L…O…C…A…N…Y…O…U…H…E…A…R…M…E…


It was a late saturday evening. She was 16. She had long blond hair and light brown eyes. She was sitting is her room and doing her curse work when she herd her phone wring.



She ignored it at first, but when the ringing carried on for over 4 long minutes, she finally looked at the phone. To her surprise the screen didn't display any number. It didn't even say 'blocked'. She looked at the phone strangely, slightly raising one eyebrow and almost closing one eye. The phone kept ringing so after looking at it for at least 10 seconds. she shook her head slightly and finally answered the call.



There was no answer for the first few seconds. Just a static sound of the phone and a quiet sound of heavy breathing. It sounded like that someone has just been running. She was just about to put the phone down when she heard someone. Their voice quavered as they stammered the words "H…E…L…L…O…C…A…N…Y…O…U…H…A…E…R…M…E--"



the call was cut off shortly straight after. Although she was sure that it was a some sort of a joke, the unjust feeling of anxiety stayed.



In the morning the she was still unsure what to thing what to thing about the event of the previous night. Despite that she carried on with her life like nothing happened, but the strange feeling of insecurity remind.



That night she couldn't get any sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she kept having the some imaged of a dark room with scratched walls and a rusted, old metal door with a broken handle and thick metal bars in a small window in it. The room was eliminated with a stream of moonlight let in through a small crack in the wall near the sealing, but too small to see anything. For some reason this image reminded her of the disturbing prank call she had the night before, But she shook that thought out her head, because why would it have anything to do with it.



After spending the whole day drinking coffee in-between classes, because of the lack of sleep, it was all finally over and only in few hours she could go home. She still had an afternoon shift at her part-time job.



When she finished it was already dark, and the streets where skittered with dim street lights vaguely lighting up the path before her. Walking down an empty street she started to experience a familiar sense of insecurity and anxiety. Shortly an feeling of being fallowed joined.

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<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:20.0pxHelvetica">She walked around a corner and she could clearly hear footsteps behind her, but she did not dare to look behind. With every step she started to pick up her pace, and so did footsteps fallowing.

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<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:20.0pxHelvetica">At this point she was running. She was almost home when she turned her head to see a figure of a tall man holding something that looked like a baseball bat in the corner of her eye.

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<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:20.0pxHelvetica">She started running at her top speed, and she was just about to open her front door when she felt a striking pain in the back of her head. Time slowed down as everything started darkening. She lost the strength on her knee and gradually fell to the ground, when the dark obtained her sight completely.

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<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:20.0pxHelvetica">She woke up again in a dark room with scratched walls and a rusted, old metal door with a broken handle and thick metal bars in a small window in it. The room was eliminated with a stream of moonlight let in through a small crack in the wall near the sealing, but too small to see anything.

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<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:20.0pxHelvetica">This seance completely freaked her out. She started screaming and shouting but with no response. She tried to push the door open, but nothing worked. She still had her phone on her. She called a random number, and waited hoping for someone to answer. She waited at least 5 minuted, but when the call was finally answered she was in too much of a shock to say anything for the fist 10 seconds, eventually she stammered the words "H…E…L…L…O…C…A…N…Y…O…U…H…A…E…R…M…E--"