It happened about a year ago. My parents and I moved into a new house. He was very big and we really liked him. After putting things in their places and looking around the house, we went to bed, because it was quite late... I went to bed in a small room, I think it was a nursery.
Having fallen asleep like a log, I was already watching the fifth dream. Suddenly... the phone rang. At first I thought it was me getting a call, but when I finally woke up, I realized that it wasn't my phone or my parents' phone. I got out of bed and turned on the light. Trying to figure out where the sound was coming from, Mom ran into the room. We started looking for this phone together. But eventually he went quiet... I sighed, lay down on the bed and instantly fell asleep.
The next day, I decided to find that phone, but it was all in vain. Mom said it was possible the old owners had forgotten him and would come for him soon. A day passed, but the owners did not arrive. We tried to reach them, but in vain. I slept peacefully that night, just like the other 5.
But as soon as Friday came (we moved that day), the phone started ringing at midnight. We searched for a phone for two weeks in a row and waited for midnight to hear it and find it, but it was useless.
- But how can a phone work for so many days? And why is he calling at midnight on Friday? I asked my mom.
"Maybe it's an alarm clock or someone is making fun..." she replied.
It was only six months later that we found this phone. It was hidden on the top shelf of the closet on the side of the wall. Where there used to be a hiding place. When we took out the phone, we found neither a SIM card nor a battery in it... And the screen wasn't working at all.
The next Friday came... And the bell rang again... It was unbearable and terrifying in its own way.
On Saturday, I interviewed all the neighbors, to which they all answered the same way...
- Yes, children are dying all the time in this house. At night, they say, you can hear someone calling... But we consider this nonsense, we advise you only to call the police and get out of this house.
We called the police. They've searched the whole house! And the metal detector started going off scale on the ceiling of my room. The police trashed it and there was a walled-up girl wrapped in iron sheets! And in her hand she had a phone held to her ear... It seemed like she was calling someone or she was getting a call...
We escaped from this house... And since then, I've been startled when I hear a call and see an unknown number there...
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