Turn Around

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 12:01

‘’Bzzzzz, bzzzzz’’, my phone rang. The sound of the phone woke me up. I went over to the phone and picked it up. There was no name attached to the call. I thought for a minute, and then answered it. ‘’Hello, who is this?’’, I asked into the phone. There was breathing, and then I heard the person talking. ‘’Turn around, now’’, the mystery man said in a deep, low, gravelly voice. I didn’t dare to do it. ‘’Um, yeah no’’. I hung up the phone, but I didn’t turn around. I didn’t know what was going to happen. The phone rang again. ‘’No, I’m not going to turn around. Who do you think I am, Drew Barrymore in Scream. No thank you’’, I said with anger. I hung up again, and put down the phone. Now I didn’t know what to do. Should I turn around, no. I’m too scared. I can’t just keep staring at this wall. Then I had an idea. I closed my eyes, walked to the right without turning, walked backwards, and out the door. I never came back, even though the cake was still there on the table. Waiting for me, with the bomb still in it.