Coal Tales- Check it out let me know what you think
Sometime during the mid of night, the telephone rang and woke Amy. She picked it up and groggily said,
“Hello?”
There was no response. Just heavy breathing on the other end, in deep lengthy breaths, she hung up the phone. She started toward the kitchen for a glass of water; the phone rang again interrupting her. She unhurriedly picked it up, paused and in a bold voice said.
“Hello?”
“I’m in the lobby.”
A raspy voice whispered, and then hung up. Amy was contemplating calling the police, she began to dial nine one… She hung up. She considers it might be her older brother Jesse, playing a prank on her. He usually does when he calls, she thought to herself. The phone rang a third time; she picked it up and said nothing. She waited, and then heard.
“I’m gelling closer, passing the fifth floor”
She clicked the phone off and shakily set it on the coffee table. She went to turn the ringer off, but as soon as she picked up the phone, it rang. Startled, Amy dropped the phone. She let it ring three times, and then reluctantly picked it up. She sat down and took a deep breath, with her trembling hand hit the talk button. She put the phone to her ear.
“I can see you”
The dark voice whispered, then silence from the other end. She looked around, but saw nothing but shadows. She began to panic, she suddenly remembered a callback service, and dialed star six nine. The automation came on and she pressed one. Just as it began to ring, a sound stopped her. She stopped; the ringing was also coming from behind her. She jumped up out of the chair and looked around her apartment, but it was very dark. From the shadows beside her desk, a figure emerged. All that was visible was a shiny bowie knife. The blade was reflecting the only light in the room. The alarming figure said with a growl.
“You should have called the police, when you had the chance.”
Amy turned toward the front door to escape, but suddenly a numbing pressure on her lower back stopped her. She tried to turn around, but the attacker twisted the knife stuck in her back slowly severing her spine. She felt a sickening pop and the deadening of all the feeling below her neck. Her legs crumpled and she dropped to the floor, her leg twitching. The figure stood over her breathing heavily, Amy lying on the floor in a pool of blood and panic, knowing her life was about to leave her. Only able to move her head, she looked up choking and gasping. The dark figure loomed over her; she could only see the attackers shape nothing more. The dark figure bent down and with a quick jerk tore the knife from the body. The killer bent and began sawing through her throat, decapitating her body with ridged motions. The killer then placed the head in the microwave, set the timer to ten minutes, and the left the scene.
That is how the legend goes.
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