Re: Writing Exercise: The Call
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen from Fox news. It's Friday night and President Obama has declared…"
The TV rattled on, giving the darkened room an eery like glow. Laying on her couch beneath a yellow throw, the auburn haired girl's stomach began to rumble. Reaching over towards the coffee table, Hannah grabbed the remote and muted the TV before tossing the throw aside and getting up. With a loud yawn, she reached her hands to air and stretched eventually scratching her backside as the itch began to irritate her. Fixing her overly large grey sweater which normally covered only one shoulder, she headed towards the kitchen feeling a breeze on her bare legs.
It was common for her kitchen to be empty, Hannah was a terrible cook but she knew how to make hot pockets and noodle soup. Sadly for her, she was all out of those and with much disdain she grabbed the last pack of extra buttered popcorn making a mental note to go shopping in the morning.
Riiinng, riiinng, riiinng…
The phone droned on, becoming incredibly irritating as she tossed the bag into the microwave and slammed the door shut. "I'm coming, I'm coming…" she whined, although to who no one would know. With heavy footsteps, Hannah made her way to the phone kept in the hallway. By the seventh persistent ring, she picked up the phone and answered with a tone of annoyance, " Hello?" She placed a hand on her hip and tapped her foot impatiently.
The answer she received was a most unusual one indeed. Heavy breathing on the other end of the receiver left her confused. "Hello? Who is this?" She asked more agitated then before. Still she received no answer other than the raspy breath and the beating of her own heart. "Robert?" She questioned, "Is this you? Look, grow up. This isn't funny you asshole." And she slammed the phone down to the receiver.
With a mumble that sounded like "asshole" she jumped as a loud BEEEEEEP! rang through the apartment. Placing a hand against her chest, she leaned against the wall in an attempt to calm her nerves before eventually laughing at her silliness of fright. Shrugging it off, she headed towards the kitchen.
RINNNG, RIIINNG, RIIINNNG…
She stopped before making it to the kitchen and turned, her eyes watching the phone as it continued to ring loudly. It was moments before she realized her hands were shaking and with a fury of rage, she picked up the phone and shouted, "Robert! Stop calling me! Goddamnit, I'm not kidding. Call me again and I'm calling the cops!" It took her a moment to realize a woman was talking to her. Her friend, Amanda and a sigh of relief escaped her. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that, I just got a really weird call." Feeling more relaxed, Hannah placed a hand against her neck and began to rub it. "Yeah, I'll be in tomorrow. Yeah, I'm fine…I'll see you tomorrow. Okay, bye." And she hung up the phone. With an exasperated sigh, she shook her head, "Being ridiculous, Hannah."
RIIIINNNG, RIIINNG, RIIINNNNG…
Answering the phone with a smile on her lips, Hannah spoke, "Forgot something, Amanda?" And the heavy breathing answered her she looked at the phone yet for what she didn't know. "Look, whoever the hell you are…stop calling me!" She could feel her heart in her throat and her palms were beginning to sweat, "I'm not kidding. You don't know who I am!" And then finally…
"I'm going to kill you…"
Dropping the phone, a small shriek escaped her as the doorbell began to ring. She stepped back and eventually became frozen as the ring turned into knocking. Hannah never noticed the closet door behind her creep open and even when a hand clasped her mouth with a blade on her throat, she still found herself frozen in place. "I told you…I'm going to kill you." The woman spoke softly before applying pressure to Hannah's neck.
Quickly her hands grasped the wound on her neck, soaked in crimson and the realization of who her killer was. "A-aman…d-gurgle-gurgle." Amanda simply smiled and watched her die with an open bag of popcorn.