The Call I Should Never Have Answered

  


I almost didn’t pick the call, and honestly, I wish I never did. It came in at exactly 11:47 PM from an unknown number. At that hour, nobody calls you for anything good. I stared at the screen for a few seconds, letting it ring, but something in me pushed me to answer anyway. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe boredom… or maybe something that had already decided I would pick up.

“Hello?” I said.

At first, there was silence. Not the kind caused by bad network, but the kind that makes you feel like someone is there, deliberately choosing not to speak. Then I heard breathing—slow, controlled, and too steady to be normal. A voice followed immediately after.

“Good… you picked.”

My body reacted before my mind could catch up. There was something off about that voice. It sounded calm, but not humanly calm—like someone who already knew me. I asked who it was, but instead of answering, he asked a question that made my chest tighten instantly.

“You’re at home, right?”

I should have ended the call right there, but I didn’t. I replied carefully that I was. There was a short pause, and then he said something that made my stomach drop completely.

“Don’t go outside.”

Before I could respond, the line went dead.

I sat there for a moment, my phone still in my hand, trying to process what had just happened. It didn’t make sense. I tried calling back immediately, but the number was switched off. I forced a small laugh, telling myself it was probably just a stupid prank call, but deep down, something didn’t sit right.

About three minutes later, I heard it. A knock. It wasn’t loud or aggressive, just three slow, deliberate taps on my door. My body froze instantly. Nobody was supposed to be there. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and at that hour, nobody visits casually. The knock came again, same pattern, same rhythm. My heart started beating faster as the call replayed in my head.

“You’re at home, right?”

“Don’t go outside.”

I stood up slowly, my eyes fixed on the door. Every step I took felt heavy, like my body already knew something I didn’t want to accept. When I got close, I didn’t open it. Instead, I leaned slightly and tried to look through the side of the curtain. The passage was empty. Completely empty.

I waited, listening carefully, but there was no movement, no footsteps, nothing.

I exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself down. Maybe it really was nothing. Maybe someone knocked on the wrong door and left. I turned away, trying to ignore the uneasiness building inside me.

That was when my phone rang again.

The same number.

This time, my hand wasn’t steady anymore, but I still answered. Before I could speak, the voice came through immediately.

“I told you not to check.”

Everything inside me dropped.

“How do you know that?” I whispered.

There was a pause, then he replied slowly, like he was enjoying every second of it.

“I can see you.”

I turned around instantly, scanning my room. Everything looked the same, but it didn’t feel the same anymore. The air felt heavier. My skin felt cold. It was like I wasn’t alone anymore… like something had already entered.

“Where are you?” I asked, my voice shaking.

There was a soft chuckle.

“Close.”

At that point, fear fully took over. Not the normal kind, but the kind that settles deep inside your body and refuses to leave. Then he said something I will never forget.

“Check your back window.”

Every part of me refused, but something still made me turn slowly. My eyes moved toward the window, and this time, it wasn’t just a shadow.

Something was there.

Standing too still. Too close.

Its shape looked human, but not completely. Its head tilted slightly, as if it was studying me. Then slowly… very slowly… it moved closer to the glass.

And that was when I realized something that made my heart almost stop.

It wasn’t looking into the room.

It was looking directly at me.

I staggered back immediately, my heart racing uncontrollably.

“Who are you?!” I shouted.

The voice on the phone changed instantly. There was no calmness anymore, no patience—just something deeper. Heavier. Like many voices speaking through one.

“You shouldn’t have answered.”

The call ended.

I didn’t think. I didn’t wait. I grabbed my phone, rushed out of the room, and ran straight outside the house without looking back. When I got outside, I turned immediately to look at the window.

There was nothing there.

No shadow. No figure. No movement.

Just darkness.

I didn’t go back inside that night. I stayed outside until morning. The next day, I told my landlord everything. We checked the compound together, but there was nothing. No sign of anyone. No forced entry. No evidence that anyone had been there.

But that wasn’t even the part that scared me the most.

When I checked my call log, that number wasn’t there. No missed call. No incoming call. Nothing.

Like it never happened.

I told myself it was over. That whatever it was had ended that night.

Until three days later…

My phone rang again.

Unknown number.

And this time… I didn’t need to pick it to know who it was.



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