#possibly maybe

(This isn't the comic for the poll but it is related)

"Hello?~"

"Um, hello?"

"Who is this?~"

"Well, who's asking?"

"Well I don't know~"

"Well I don't have the patience~"

You slammed the phone back down on the receiver, grumbling to yourself about those damn prank callers at this time of year. Your leg is still anxiously bobbing up and down from the nightmare you just had, and you let out an annoyed groan. You barely let out a shiver before the phone rang again, making your skin ever more prickly as you irritatedly picked it up.

"Hello??? L-Look damn kids, isn't it past your bedti-"

"Some nightmare, huh?"

Your blood immediately chilled, and your skin took on the appearance of a chicken's at this point in response to the caller's statement. The mysteriously cool, but obvious, voiceover machine the person was using was only slightly glitching at the edge of their words. You could still hear the faint sound of a chuckle seeping from the phone as you glanced around.

"Huh? W-what do you mean?" You tried to speak in a calm tone but failed, as the words limply left your mouth. The faded beige phone in your hand began to emit light crackling noises as you gripped it tighter.

"I said- some night huh?~"

"Oh okay...uh yeah, yeah I guess"

"So, you got a boyfriend?~"

You looked back toward the bustling sounds in the kitchen, which sounded like Randy was practically on the show Iron Chef himself! The sensation of ease wanted to fill you from just knowing he was back there, but sadly, it failed to dull your growing sense of concern. The dim lighting didn't help either, but you didn't want to make any sudden movements and turn on any more lights.

"Uh, no."

"Well, you got a name?"

"W-why do you ask?"

"Well, I wanna know who I'm looking at~"

Immediately, you leapt from the couch, almost bumping into the coffee table, as you frantically looked all over the place. Your chest started to heave as you wanted to hyperventilate, gripping the collar of your burnt orange sweater. You tried to keep your voice steady, taking deep breaths between words, as you sought to find your composure. Bitterly gritting your teeth as you could practically hear the maniacal laughter coming from the culprit behind the phone.

"What did you say?"

"I said...I wanna know who- I'm talking to~"

"That's not what you said- I'm going to hang up now!-"

Your eyes started to brim with tears as you pulled the phone away from your ear. More threatening to fall as you hear a loud, frightening shout crackle through the speakers of the phone.

"Don't you dare hang up on me, you B****! Or else I'll gut your little boyfriend back there like a fish!"

Tears were definitely spilling down your cheeks from the sound of that, and left you blubbering about as you fidgeted around. Wildly, your eyes scan the area around you, but you only see the glow from the TV and the flash of Lightning.

"P-Please, why are you doing this?!? Just don't hurt him, I'm begging you!!!"

"Aww~ Yet you didn't deny it? I thought you didn't have a boyfriend though.....Y/n~"

Your ears filled with the sound of mischievous cackling as you know the obviously famed killer watched as the life drained from your body. Your mouth gaping open as you dropped the phone, your opposite hand shakily covering your lips. As your legs caved in, thankfully, you landed on the pink fuzzy blanket you brought down with you onto the floor. You didn't know what to think; you were practically numb and as white as a ghost. The static screen from the broken TV practically made you out to be one as it illuminated your pale, terror-stricken expression.

"Y/nnn~ Oh Y/nnn~"

You snap out of the angst-filled daze you were in as you hear a faint mocking tone from the phone lying next to your hand. You gulped and could only blankly stare at the phone, trying to dissociate and focus on the black, chipped polish on your nails.

"I am going to count to three and you better answer or else I am going to get really angryyyy~ Ready?~"

You only blinked, slightly processing the command as you slowly began grabbing fistfuls of the blanket underneath you.

"1~"

"2~"

You could hear the growl dripping from their teeth as they finished saying that number. Your fingers are nearing the phone, twitching as you faintly hear the irritated inhale from the crusader. Eyes squeezing shut, you could only brace for the unknowable consequence, like a poor deer caught in the headlights.

Silence.

You blinked in confusion, glancing around and finally picking up the phone as you slowly stood up. Your mind instantly went to the noisy TV as the sound of the static grew louder and louder, and you eventually used the remote to turn it off. The phone was close to your ear now as you watched the screen slowly turn black.

"Y/N!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream scraped past your lips as you dropped the phone, leaving your hands up in a terrified pose. The booming sound of thunder timed perfectly with the roar of your name. Your gaze is quickly locked onto the window behind the television. The flash of lightning immediately illuminates the dark, cloaked figure with a terrifying white, screaming mask. The person slams their hand onto the windowpane at the same instant as the next flash of lightning appears. A knife can be seen beneath the said gloved hand as they tauntingly tilt their head to the side and wave with their other free hand. The black holes from the mask are unable to conceal their predatory gaze.

You're stuck in place, as the blood in your veins practically freezes over. Which is strange, as you can feel the heat of adrenaline coursing through your system. Your heart is essentially racing at a thousand miles per minute, the sound echoing throughout your eardrums. You can now faintly make out the shape of that psycho as they slowly move the knife down to, tap tap tap, on the window. The blade gleams with the bolts of lightning as they use it to motion toward the phone.

Shakily, you manage to come to your senses this time and reach for the phone, placing the receiver to your ear.

"Good girl!~~~"

"Now you're getting it!~ Ah, you should see the look on your face.~"

They said in a crazed and almost infatuated tone as they dragged their knife along the window. The window helplessly makes a high-pitched screeching sound as it scrapes the clear glass beneath the steel. You wince and glance away from the spot they were at, slightly moving the phone further from your ear. The power then gives out from the storm, earning another shrill shriek as you helplessly look back towards the window. The costumed individual waved again as the next bright flash of lightning sheathed their quick disappearance. Then the loud crack of thunder seemed to shake the power back on throughout the house, as well as turn the Television back on. You're left completely dazed, feeling that all your emotions are entirely shot dead at the moment. You still stare at the same window as you slowly make your way towards it.

"Hehe, see you soon do-darling~ Keep dreaming of me~"

The message rings out clearly as you finally reach the window, and you let out a shaky breath as you clench your teeth together. Your fingers tremble as they eventually touch the glass.

"Only. Me."

The Last words seethed with enough venom that you practically felt the poison uncomfortably seep through your body. The arm that you held the phone in fell to your side, the device limply held as you heard the drowning sounds of the dial tone. Your emotions were in a complete disarray, and you hated it. You angrily slammed your hand next to the spot on the window, then let out a cry of agony. The next flash of lightning further illuminated the carved out cracks.

"<3"

Just what the hell did it all mean???

Post - Björk

the one-hundred-thirty-fifth CD (compact disc) in my (thesoggywoman) collection (thesoggywomanscds)

12-28-25

92/100

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