Cell Phone Killer
It was
Halloween night.
Sarah was curled up on her couch, watching the
2004 remake of Dawn of the
Dead.
A large bowl of candy
was placed on the coffee table in front of her, waiting for the
trick-or-treaters to come calling.
Sarah's
mind wandered, and she thought of her best friend, Jamie.
She eyed
her cell phone, considering whether or not to call Jamie and invite
her over for some Halloween fun.
Jamie had been quite down and
confused lately, since she had forced herself to end her relationship
with her beloved but controlling boyfriend Michael.
Sarah's
cell phone began to ring.
She picked it up and smiled as Jamie's
name displayed on the screen.
She pressed the green button
eagerly.
"Hi, Jamie!" She greeted her friend, brightly.
There
was a faint click and then silence.
That
was odd. She thought. She's
probably just messing with me.
She
placed the phone on the arm of the couch and returned her attention
to the movie.
The cell
phone soon rang again.
Sarah smirked as Jamie's name appeared on
the screen for the second time.
"I know what you're up to,
Jamie." She teased.
Once again the phone clicked into
silence.
As the credits rolled on the T.V. screen an hour and a
half later, Sarah's ringtone blared again.
She hesitated, not
wanting to give Jamie the satisfaction for a third time, but shrugged
and picked up the phone.
"You're not funny, Jamie." She
said, and the line clicked into dead silence again.
I'll show
her. Sarah thought sneakily and dialled Jamie's number.
The
phone rang four times before it clicked to life.
Sarah remained
silent, her finger poised on the red button.
However, something
caught her attention and she pressed the phone closer to her ear,
listening intently.
A soft shuffling sound, accompanied by quiet
gagging, choking sounds.
"Jamie?!" Sarah was immediately
alarmed.
Was Jamie in trouble?
Had she choked on a piece of
Halloween candy and was trying to call for help?
A voice came
through on the other end of the line.
A deep, sinister voice
unlike any Sarah had ever heard before.
"Sorry, Sarah." It
purred. "Jamie doesn't live here anymore."
Once again, the
line clicked into silence.
Sarah ended the call and dialled
911.
On the news the next morning, footage of Jamie's house
was shown.
Jamie's naked, lifeless body had been discovered,
sprawled on the kitchen floor.
Her cell phone lay nearby, its
cover opened, its battery removed.
She had been beaten, raped and
strangled authorities reported.
Her face was beyond recognition;
dental records were all they had to go on.
As Sarah stared numbly
at the T.V. screen, one name came to her mind.
Michael.