The+Man+on+the+Other+Line

The Man on the Other Line By Harrison Pyros //** R ** ing! … Ring! // ** S ** andra picked up the phone and said hello into it.  “ ** T ** racy?” said the man on the other end.  “ ** U ** m, no,” Sandra said.  “ ** V ** ery odd that Tracy’s not there…”  “ ** W ** ell, no, it’s not, because it’s not her number,” Sandra said into the phone.  “E ** x ** actly,” the man said.  “ ** Y ** ou’re very weird,” Sandra said only to hear a chuckle over the phone. ** Z ** ipping up her jacket, she walked toward the living room still on the phone.  “ ** A ** re you scared being home alone in that dark empty house of yours?” the man asked with a spine-chilling tone.  “ ** B ** ut... h-how did you know that?” she squeaked after a moment of shock.  “ ** C ** an’t you figure that out yourself?”  “ ** D ** on’t call this number again!” she yelled and hung up the phone only for it to ring a few seconds later. ** E ** nding the chain of rings, the voicemail came on and Sandra heard the man's voice. “ ** F ** orgot to pick up the phone, dear Sandra? ** G ** et it now, or you might miss me.” <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> “ ** H ** ow do you know my name?” Sandra screamed into the phone she picked up. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> “ ** I ** know a lot of things.” <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> “ ** J ** ust leave me alone!” <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> “ ** K ** nock off the screaming, sweetheart; it’s hurting my ears. ** L ** isten...” <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> “ ** M ** -My father is a cop and he’ll arrest you for harassment!” <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> “ ** N ** ow, now,” he said soothingly as Sandra ran towards the kitchen. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> “ ** O ** h my Gosh…” Sandra whispered as she stared at something in the kitchen. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">** P ** etrified in fear for a moment at what she saw, Sandra turned around from the knife drawer with one knife short only to be met with the sight of the man standing in the doorway with a phone in one hand and the missing knife in the other. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> “ ** Q ** uiet now Sandra, or someone might hear,” he said as he smiled and played with the knife in his hand.