Of course! Here’s another chilling tale for you:
It started with a missed call.
I was making dinner when my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen—one missed call from an unknown number. No big deal. Probably a spam call.
But then I saw the voicemail notification.
I pressed play, expecting to hear a robotic voice about car warranties or a scam. Instead, I heard my own voice.
“Hey… listen to me carefully. This is you. I don’t have much time.”
My stomach dropped. My voice sounded wrong—hoarse, like I’d been running. Or screaming.
“You need to leave your apartment. Right now. Do not look outside the window. Do not answer the door.”
A wave of cold terror washed over me. My hands shook as I turned toward the front door, heart pounding. This had to be a prank. Some kind of voice manipulation. But how did they get my voice?
The voicemail kept playing.
“I know you won’t believe me. I didn’t either, the first time.” My own voice let out a shaky breath. “But in about thirty seconds, someone is going to knock on your door. Whatever you do, don’t open it.”
A chill crawled down my spine. And then—
Knock. Knock.
I jumped so hard I nearly dropped the phone. The knock was soft. Polite.
I held my breath.
The voicemail continued. “They’ll sound friendly. They’ll say they’re a neighbor, or that they need help. They are lying.”
Knock. Knock.
“Lying,” my own voice repeated, almost whispering now. “They aren’t human.”
My skin prickled with cold sweat.
“Look at the peephole if you don’t believe me,” the voicemail said. “You’ll see what I mean.”
I hesitated. Then, slowly, I crept toward the door and pressed my eye against the peephole.
A man stood outside. Well, something that looked like a man.
His face was wrong—stretched too wide, his smile too sharp, too unnatural. And his eyes. They weren’t eyes at all. Just… black voids.
My breath caught in my throat. My entire body screamed at me to run.
Then my phone buzzed.
Another voicemail. From the same number.
With shaking hands, I pressed play.
This time, my voice was a whisper. Desperate. “You waited too long.”
Behind me, the doorknob started to turn.
