Hello?” I ask.

No one is there. Not a word. Not a whisper. Not a single sound resonating from the other side of the receiver.

“Hello? Anyone there?” I ask again. Repeating myself. I am beginning to feel rather anxious now. Scared, would be a better word to use. Shivers have begun to creep up my spinal cord, and I can feel the urgency of goose pimples begin to line up on by frightened pale skin.

Autor: Keira D. Skye