I backed away from the closet, my heart thudding. I shuddered. Now what? My eyes fell on the telephone. I felt completely alone. I had to talk to somebody.
I picked up the phone and slowly dialed the first number that came to mind. Lisa. I had to call Lisa. My fingers punched in the numbers automatically.
The phone rang three times, then it was picked up. My throat felt dry. Something was wrong. "Hello?" a voice said, hollow.
"Mike? Where's Lisa?"
There was an unbearable silence. The chills returned. "Mike," I begged. "Where's Lisa? I need to talk to her."
"You... can't..."
"Why can't I talk with Lisa?" I was terrified. It was though I knew the answer.
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