I Shouldn’t Have Checked That Missed Call

This occurred roughly eight months ago, and I still dislike thinking about it too much. I've told this to two people in real life and have since then decided against it, because every time I explain it, I start thinking that maybe I am wrong halfway through. I find this pretty unrealistic too. I know what I have seen. Or at least, I’m clear on what I experienced.

Since it was exam week, I was getting to sleep late each night. That night stays clearly in my memory since a statistics paper was due the next day. I kept studying till about 1:30 a.m. and finally went to sleep. I always put my phone on silent and keep it on the side table, next to my bed.

it was still dark when I woke up. Initially, I assumed my alarm clock has rung early. Sentence that can be completely silent. Utter silence occurs. I looked at the clock.

Three Seventeen

I have no clue why I awakened. No sound emerged. I could not recall any dream. DUDE I EPISTEMIC FEATURES LIKE THAT PROBABLY WERE ENDORSEMENTS EVEN IF THEY N WERE ENTHUSING.

I picked up my phone without thinking.

One call missed.

Mystery call.

The call arrived at 3:16 in the morning.
I recall gazing at it for some time. The initial feeling wasn’t fear. Simply perplexed. Who is calling at that time? Why is it done sparingly?

It was nearly overlooked. To be fair, I should have.

But rather, I clicked the number.

No Display Picture. WhatsApp not available. It’s just a dumb number with nothing on it.

I pressed call back without a second thought.

The bell rang a single time.

Soon there was a pickup.

There was no greeting.

A quiet lull.

I thought it was connecting issue. I greeted them twice. Not responding.

Then I heard someone breathe.

Extremely lightweight. Highly controlled.

It’s not as if someone just picked it up by accident.

As if they were expecting

I terminated the call.

My heart was beating faster now, though I told myself it was probably just some mistake. Perhaps someone misdialed or called the wrong number. It occurs.

I had just put the phone on my desk when it vibrated.

A note.

From the same number

Reason for you to wake?”.

I recall reading in three rounds. The inquiry wasn’t intimidating. Yet, it felt personal. Overly Intimate

WThen my phone vibrated again.

I wanted to avoid checking it. However, I did it.

Avoid looking at the corner.

My chest grew tight rather suddenly and I felt dizzy.

I was gazing at the corner already.

My hands were now properly shaking. Not in the slightest. Genuinely thrilling.

I wrote with difficulty, “What do you want?”.

The dots began to type.

Evaporated

Showed up again.

After that, the message arrived.

‘Go back to sleeping again.’

I don’t replied.

I switched on the lamp beside my bed instead of it.

The warm yellow light fill the room.

There was nothing.

There was no one at the corner.

I nearly let out a laugh. I truly felt dumb for being frightened.

Notice? Nothing.ho exactly are you? I typed.”.
I inhaled slowly and deeply.

Then I noticed something small people.

My cupboard door was ajar.

I shut it really tight. I’m extremely picky about that. I dislike gaps and half-open doors at night.

Can’t recall.

That is what I told myself.

I climbed out of bed to find out. Though my legs felt weak, I tried to act normal. I took hold of the doorknob and pushed the door wide.

Attire. Footwear No other thing.

I exhaled. It is a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

A feeling of relief washed over me and I closed the cupboard and turned to go back to bed.

That's when I caught a glimpse.

My phone screen was lit up once more on the table.

Altered Message

You've Analyzed

My throat became totally parched.

I opened the cupboard without making any noise. I was confident about that.

I turned my head back towards the cabinet super slowly.

Remained shut.

But I chose to suddenly say something unforeseen.

It felt like the room was a little smaller.

As if the walls had come a little closer.

My smartphone shook again.

"I'm not going anywhere."

It was then that I lost my mind.
I picked up my blanket and pillow and exited my room without an answer. I immediately went towards my parents’ room and began knocking until my father opened the door, annoyed and half asleep.

I told him I am not feeling well and sleep there.

He kept quiet. I lay down on my floor mattress, gazing at the ceiling till morning came.

When the sun shone through again it was normal.

I looked at my mobile later that day.

There was no missed call.

No texts.

The number wasn’t in my call log.

I even looked into my deleted messages.

Nothing.

I believed for weeks that it had all been a dream.

Up to last month.

I regained consciousness at 3:17a.m.

On this occasion.

There was never any miss.

A message has been sent to my screen.

You recover too easily.

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