It Calls From the Dark

It Calls From The Dark, but no-one hears. The silence echoing off the empty walls. “Where the hell am I?” Crystal thought to herself, in a silence so deafening. She could hear her thoughts begin to vocalize themselves at the other end. Much like the telephone game we played as kids, only the other end was not connected to anything. A free-floating Styrofoam cup with only her voice on the other line. At least someone answers when she calls. No voice-mail. No pre-recorded automated voice messaging system with the happy-go-lucky families leaving boring ass recorded messages. “Thank you for calling the Smith residence…” The wife says as the ever so cheery husband jumps in, “sorry we can’t get to the phone right now. We are more than likely spending quality time with one another, away from all this brain rotting technology.” Then little Jimmy pipes in, “leave a message after the be…” Sorry little Jimmy, the robots have taken over and cut off your young giddy self. No message here though. No-one but…Crystal. Damn, she must enjoy talking to herself a little too much. This was more than a psychological conversation, because this time, she heard something answer back. It was almost if…It Calls From The Dark.

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