Tommy knew that was Annabelle about to come down the stairs

Tommy knew that was Annabelle about to come down the stairs. He blew out the flame on his lighter and dove behind a box of something he couldn’t recognize. The lights of the basement turned on, illuminating everything in bright color. The blood stained walls, the bones hanging from the ceiling, knives resting on shelves, were all things that Tommy could see clearly now and a lump formed in his throat. Tears began to pour down his face. He took a look around. “Where is she…” he thought to himself.

Tommy stood up slowly and saw Annabelle inspecting the corner opposite of him. He wiped the sweat and tears that were stinging his eyes and ran quietly towards the stairs. Surprisingly Annabelle didn’t notice him dart across the basement. He slowly went up each stair as quietly as he could. Annabelle was now inspecting the corner that he was just hiding in. Almost to the top Tommy could see into Annabelle’s normal looking western kitchen. Just as he reached the top stairs he dropped his lighter. It bounced slowly down the stairs. Click, Click, Clank, and hit the bottom. A sly smile crawled across Annabelle’s face. She turned around to see Tommy entering her kitchen.

Tommy looked around frantically for a phone.

“How can she not have a god damn phone?!” He thought out loud.

From behind him, he received an answer.

“Because I never needed one.” She responded.

Tommy stopped short in his tracks. She didn’t have a phone. What was he supposed to do?