The Voicemail
The first voicemail arrived while I was brushing my teeth. I almost deleted it without listening. The number was mine. Not a number that looked similar to mine. Not a spoofed number with one digit changed. My exact phone number.…
Tag American horror
The Woman in Room 808
The elevator stopped at the eighth floor even though nobody had pressed the button. I was alone inside. At least, I thought I was. The doors opened slowly. The hallway outside was dark except for a single yellow light flickering…