Author: yWrite PM
A man receives threatening phone calls from an unknown caller. My sixth urban legend.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Horror - Words: 374 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 02-09-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2890043
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Nathan was putting his blazer on when his phone began to ring. After fishing it out of his pocket, he answered it.
"Yes, is this Nathan Meyers?" an excited male voice asked.
Nathan walked downstairs.
"Then you are a contestant of the KTLS Radio sweepstakes!"
"Yes. You can win an all-expense-paid trip if you answer one question. Ready?"
Nathan was skeptical, but decided to play along.
"Yeah. What's the question?"
"Good. The question is..." the voice went from enthusiastic to cold and menacing, "how are you going to die?"
"Excuse me?" chuckled Nathan.
"I said, 'I'm going to kill you.'"
Nathan hung up the phone and looked at the ID.
Shrugging it off, he left for work.
As Nathan entered the elevator, heading for home, he powered his cell phone on.
"Message received," was announced by the electronic female voice.
When the doors opened, the man looked at his phone. Its screen indicated that he had one voicemail and 17 missed calls.
Before he could check to see who was calling him, the phone began to vibrate.
Nathan pressed a button and put the phone to his ear.
"You're going to die tonight, Nathan."
Nathan walked into the parking garage.
"Who is this?" No answer. "Who is this?!"
"Nice suit. It'll be a shame to get blood all over that white shirt and blue tie."
Nathan scanned the area as he walked, checking between cars and around support beams. There was no one else in sight.
"You didn't answer my question. How are you going to die?"
Nathan hung up the phone. Keeping his distance, he checked the sides and front of his car. Nothing was out of the ordinary, so he got in.
Later, the cell phone began to ring.
Focusing mostly on the road, Nathan reached into the inner pocket of his blazer. Shifting his eyes from windshield to phone, he looked at the I.D.
This time, Nathan didn't answer. He simply tossed it onto the driver's seat.
The phone stopped ringing.
Nathan's heart felt like it had shut down.
For the cold, menacing voice sounded very close by...