Living alone was like the dream come true. No one to spend money over except from yourself, you had full creative control over every room, and it was such a gorgeous home. The back garden was massive, the front garden too, with a garage and some sprinklers in the grass. As a young adult, it was absolutely perfect.

You had settled in quickly, already having decorated the rooms to your liking and so on. One of the only things that you had kept, from the previous owners, was an older phone. A landline, having been changed and altered to custom to you. You received the odd scam call, those typical wrong numbers, but nothing was too out of the blue.

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One dark night, after you had settled yourself back in and gotten yourself ready for bed, the landline started to ring on the kitchen counter. One ring.. Two ring..

"Hello?" You answered, staring down at the phone in front of you. The windows had been shut, the doors locked, but who could be ringing at this hour?

"What's your favourite scary movie?" Came a voice from the other side, a rough and ragged one, like a chain smoker or an older person; possibly a younger individual trying to mess with you. Halloween was around the corner after all.