As soon as he walked in the phone booth, he felt a peculiar tension. He wasn't sure what this odd weight was but decided to ignore it, passing it off as sticky air and rain.
He wasn't in the need to make a phone call, his phone had about fifty percent of its battery life, but he did need shelter from the rain. The little red phone booth was the only form of coverage that he could see along the deserted road and not for the first time, did Dan wish he had a car.
Dan pressed his back to the door and slid down to sit on the cold hard floor with a sigh. The rain pelted harshly down on his temporary shelter and he knew he was in for a good couple hours with nothing to do.
It was nearing two in the morning so there was no way his roommate Julien was going to come by and pick him up, or even unlock the door to their dorm should Dan somehow end up back at the dormitories before seven. Julien was an asshole like that.
Dan heaved another sigh just as the pelting grew stronger, he could feel the vibrations in his back. Had he even been a second late in spotting and entering the phone booth, he would have resembled a drowned rat.
Dan pulled out his phone and hunkered down on the floor, preparing for a long, boring couple of hours. It made him wish he hadn’t denied all those drink offers back at the club he had been at until just an hour ago. He also wished he had taken up the creepy and extremely clingy girl’s offer of a ride even if he did fear her persistence in wanting to get into his pants.
Dan started playing a game someone had downloaded onto his phone without his knowledge. He would bet it was Julien because it was one of those open world RPGs or whatever Julien called them. It was those games that Julien was obsessed with where you leveled up a character, picked a class, completed quests, etc. Dan was playing an archer named J-Len at level eighty-three. And he was dying. A lot.
While in the middle of an ambush of level seventy-four kobolds, a shrill ringing sounded, startling Dan. It sounded like the stereotypical phone ring prior to the invention of the smartphone.
He jumped in surprise and paused the game, seconds away from another death which resulted in a loss of experience, loot, money, and sometimes a level. He stared up in confusion at the chipping red phone of the phone booth. It was the only other phone in his vicinity and his phone’s ringtone played Minority by Green Day.
Dan slowly got to his feet and inched towards the phone. Unfamiliar with phone booths as he was, he hadn’t even known that they were even still around, he didn’t know if phone booths could even receive calls. He had thought they could only make them.
Dan’s fingertips were just a couple centimeters shy of touching the metal receiver when the ringing stopped. He sighed in relief, although he wasn’t quite sure just why he was so relieved. It’s not like the thing was going to come to life and eat him.
Just as Dan was about to back up and retake his place on the floor, the phone started ringing again, which made him jump and yelp in fright.
Dan didn’t hesitate in grabbing the phone this time around.
“Hello?” he said, snappish.
Silence.
“Yo, dude, anybody there?” Dan asked, impatiently.
Complete silence. Not a hint of breathing or even the rustle of clothing.
“Not funny, dude. I’m hanging up.” Dan placed the phone back into its holder with a frown.
The second his fingers no longer connected to the cold, chipping metal, he was pushed to his knees by a sudden unseen force.
“What the hell?” Dan gasped, his hands going to his throat. The air suddenly felt heavier, as if the very molecules that made it up had gained an incredible amount of mass.
Breathing was becoming difficult. Even as he’d try to swallow large gulps of air, it was as if he were breathing through a faulty straw. All he could hear was his heart pounding in his ears and his desperate attempts at breathing.
It was literally all he could hear.
Where was the rain?!
Dan looked to the side and he paled at seeing that he couldn’t see outside of the phone booth. It was as if someone had painted the windows with several thick layers of pitch black paint.
“Wh-what the hell is happening?”
And then the phone started ringing again.
Dan stared up at the receiver with fear warping his face.
It kept ringing. Shrill and grating on his ears. The only other sound in the cubicle.
Dan carefully reached a hand up.
The closer his fingers got to the receiver, the more the inexplicable pressure began to ease until he was able to stand almost straight.
He grabbed onto the receiver with a shaky hand and brought it to his ear.
“H-Hello?”
Silence.
“Please,” Dan whimpered.
Laughter.
Harsh, grating, raspy laughter brought straight out of a Japanese horror movie.
Dan dropped the phone, not because he was beyond freaked out, but because the pressure had returned tenfold, pushing right down to the floor. He was hunched over, forehead pressed against the floor and his hands at his throat as breathing became practically impossible.
All he could register other than his burning lungs and racing heart was the laughter. As the black spots in his vision grew in size, the laughter increased in volume until it was all he could sense. Right up until he fell limp. Permanently.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsN2Rgsxip9
At nine-fifteen in the morning, the body of nineteen year old Dan Heaney was carted away to the nearest morgue. The cause of death was asphyxiation although authorities weren’t sure how as there was no sign of a struggle or markings on the teenager’s neck. All that they found with the body that had been soaked to the bone, lying on the floor in the middle of an empty street was tiny pieces of chipped red paint.
ns3.143.7.73da2
然後按「加至主畫面」