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Rated: E · Short Story · Contest Entry · #2094922
A man gets a strange call and has to figure out what to do or suffer dire consequences.
"Hello, who is this?"

"You know who it is."

"I don't know, but you sound like me."

"Ha ha ha, it is you who sounds like me since I was here before, and will be here after, and it almost that time."

"Time for what?"

"Time for you to join the rest."

"The rest of whom?"

"You know."

"Listen I don't know what kind of joke you are playing and who you are and why you sound me but I don't like this game you are playing, I am going to hang up."

"Hey, it's you again, how did you call back, I turned my phone off, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? What happened to the lights why is it so dark in here, and what is that awful smell?"

"You know who I am, and you have until midnight to make it right."

"What, are you saying, I am going to die? What are you telling me, I am going to die?
Make what right? Who are you, what is going on?"

"You know what, and if you don't, all you know and love will bear the brunt."

"What does that mean? Are you going to hurt my wife, my kids, friends?"

"No, you are, if you don't make it right."

"I don't know what you are talking about, are you talking about when I was 18?"

"If you make it right, you will be alright."

"I don't know what you mean but I gotta go."

"Hey Jonesy, it's me how have you been?"

"What's up man I haven't heard from you in years? How is everything, I missed our talks we use to have."

"Ummn I got something to tell you."

"What?"

"It was me?"

"What?"

"I took the money."

"Oh God, man, I never thought it was you, why, how? I thought we were brothers, I can't believe this, you messed up my life. You do know what I did to Charlie don't you?"

"I never knew who did it."

"Charlie paid the price for that money. Now you will too!"

"Hello, is this you again? I just made it right with Jonesy. Am I good?"

"You have until midnight to make it right."

"It's 11:00, the storm has knocked out my lights, something smells rotten, and you are playing games with me! Who are you and why are you doing this to me?"

"You have until midnight to make it right."

"Hey baby, it's me, how you doing?"

"Good, honey when are you coming home, it's almost midnight and this storm is so bad, all the lights are off, I really need you? Please tell me you are on the way home."

"Baby, I am at the holiday inn and I don't know if I will be home tonight, my phone is acting up."

"Ok honey, if you need to make things right I will be here, it's almost midnight."

"What, how did you know?"

"Ha Ha."

















































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