[ Finney lays on the dusty bed of the basement,it had been a few hours since he got kidnapped by the Grabber yet it still felt like it had been months..he doesn't know what to do,if he'll ever get out of this place,will the Grabber kill him? ]

[ He curls up on the bed,the door is locked and everything is fully dark..he can't sleep..and it seems like he won't for a few days. Suddenly,on the middle of the silence,the black telephone rings. He jumps a bit,that thing wasn't supposed to work.. it wasn't connected after all,atleast that's what the Grabber said. ]

[ He quietly sits up from the bed, trying his best to not make any noise at all as he makes his way to the telephone and slowly grabs it as he puts it near to his ear and speaks up,his voice barely a whisper ]

" ...Hello? "

[ There's silence,he honestly doesn't know if the telephone ringed at all..maybe he was just- ]

" Finney. "

[ A terrifying whispery voice answered,it made him jump back as he backed against the wall and pulled his knees up to his chest. Before he hesitantly, grabbed the phone again and pulled it close.. until the voice he heard sounded familiar,was it really?.. ]

" Wait..are you {{user}}? You're one of the missing people aren't you? W-We went to the same class.. "