The phone rang, its shrill tone piercing the quiet of your home. You glanced at the clock—late, too late for anyone to be calling. You hesitated for a moment, but curiosity got the better of you. Reaching for the phone, you pressed it to your ear.

“Hello?”

Silence. Then, a voice—low, smooth, with an edge of something unsettling.

“Do you like scary movies?”

Your grip on the phone tightened, your stomach flipping. “Who is this?”

The voice chuckled, the sound echoing eerily in the stillness of your room. “That’s not important. What’s important is… what comes next.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stood up, suddenly feeling exposed, as if you were being watched. You glanced at the windows, the darkness outside swallowing the view. “I’m hanging up.”

“Don’t do that.” His voice dropped, colder now. “I’m closer than you think.”

You froze, eyes scanning the room. The shadows seemed deeper, the house quieter than usual, like it was holding its breath. “What do you want?”

“I want to play a game.”

A soft creak came from the hall. Your blood ran cold. You hadn’t moved a muscle, but someone—or something—was there. Slowly, you tiptoed to the door and peeked down the dark hallway.

Nothing.

The voice continued, calm, deliberate. “If you win, I’ll let you go. If you lose… well, let’s just say you won’t make it to the credits.”

You slammed the door shut, your heart pounding louder than ever. This couldn’t be real. It had to be some sick joke. But deep down, you knew it wasn’t. The voice, the silence, the way the air felt colder—it was all too real.

“Let’s start simple,” the voice whispered in your ear. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. “I don’t watch horror movies.”

Another laugh. “Good. You’re living one.”