Day 37 – The Call – Short Story

He picks up the phone and stares at the dial for a few moments before wiping the sweat from his brow and dialing the number, it takes only a few moments for the other end to be answered.

“Hello, this is Ben?”

“Hello Ben, I know this is going to sound crazy, but you need to believe me, your very existence depends on it.”

Ben laughs, “Cheesy way to get me to pay attention, try it in someone else, I’ve got more important things I have to do,” he says as he hangs up the phone.

“Fucking stupid piece of shit,” he says as he presses down on the receivers cradle and dials the number once more.

“Hello, this is Ben?”

“Look, we haven’t much time, you can hang up if I’m wrong but you must…..”

Ben cuts him off quickly, “I mustn’t do anything, stop calling me!” he says slamming down the phone.

“FUCK!” he yells as he quickly dials the number again, he waits patiently as the phone rings longer than the first two times.

Until finally it’s answered, “I SAID STOP CALLING ME!” Ben yells down the line.

“You keep having the same dream every night where you’re walking in a deserted park and you come to a red door,” he says quickly, there is silence on the other end of the line, so he continues. “You open the door and you’re suddenly standing in the middle of nowhere and a man with red glowing eyes is standing before you, you can’t see his face, only his eyes, sound familiar?”

“How do you know all this?” Ben asks softly.

“Because I’ve experienced the same dreams you’re experiencing, I’ve seen what you see, and it’s only going to get worse, has he said anything to you yet?”

“Sorry, what do you mean, said anything?”

“It’s a simple fucking question, has he spoken to you? Has he said anything?”

“No, no he hasn’t said anything, he just stands there, smiling, laughing, and making stupid noises, like everything’s in reverse.”

“Fuck, so he has talked to you?”
“What? No, I wouldn’t call it talking, I don’t understand anything, so it’s not talking, look what is all this about? How can we be having the same dream and who the fuck are you?”

“I may be already too late but his name is Dal’Grema, over three hundred years ago he was some wacko nut job who dabbled in the dark arts, real nasty shit, calling forth demons and sacrificing virgins, you know Dark Age stuff. Anyway, he was tried and burned at the stake for witchcraft, one of the few males to be punished as a witch and he swore that one day he would return and reap vengeance on the ancestors of all those who participated in his execution, now it looks like that threat is actually coming to pass, that’s why he’s entering our dreams, messing with our heads, pushing us, goading us, remaking us.”

“What, are you saying one of my ancestors was involved and this whack job is coming after me because of it?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, like me, he is haunting your dreams, slowly passing from one plane of existence to another, he’s slowly infecting us, twisting and changing us.”

“What into?”

“I don’t know, all I know is that four days ago I woke up and had the urge to kill my wife and three children, but I wanted them dead, and that’s when I received the phone call, like this one I’m giving you, he was going through the same things I was, and like me the phone call came at the right time, and once I knew what was happening, I knew how to control it, I knew how to stop him.”

“How? Tell me, what must I do?”

“Kill your family!” and the phone hangs up, Ben stands there holding the phone in his hands for some moments before he places it back on the receiver and turns around, his wife sits bloody and unconscious on the floor before him, he looks down at his bloody hand, at the knife that it holds, seeing the man with the red eyes in his reflection in the blood.

 

END

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  1. Excellently written piece

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