NO---
Sometimes, I find myself writing like that...
All... squished together. Like, I'm rushing toet it all out, or screaming or... or... something.
Something.......
Last night, I woke up to the shortest message yet.
[Itwillcalluponyou.]
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
I don't quite understand it.
The only sense I've made of it, perhaps: A phone call.
All this morning, I worked tirelessly on bugging my phone line, figuring the wires, fixing the blank tape into the recorder...
I finished around noon, and went back to my room.
I stared at the wall....
It...
I swear, it was almost mocking me.
I decided to stare it down.
I hate it... I hate it so much.
Do you see what it's done to me?!?!
I just sat there, hating it, when....
[Ring.]
Oh, hell.
[Ring.]
I need to... get to it... I have to--
[Rin---
"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Who... is this?"
"Don't you know?
Because I know you."
[********, WHO ARE YOU?" [I had promised myself that, if this happened, I would remain calm, I would not lose it... would not loose the grasp on my sanity. That promise did not hold true.]
"I kept it."
"What the hell are you talking about??!"
"I kept it hidden."
"WHAT THE HELL ARE Y--"
"I kept it hidden for you.
So you wuoldn't be frightened.
But you are.
Why are you frightened?
I... I don't understand."
"WHYAREYOUDOINGTHIS?!IHATEYOUSOMUCH!!---"
"I... I don't understand.
Ithoughtthiswaswhatyouwanted."
[********]
"Iwontleave."
"WHYTHEHELLNOTWHYAREYOUDOINGTHISTOME!?!"
"No---.
You said you wanted it,
That you wanted to see,
Areyoualiar?"
"WHENwhendidIsaythis? ********]
"WHEN?!
When the time went backwards!
I told you!
Didn't I tell you,
Tell you all this time,
How I missed you?
How
I
Just
Wanted
To
T
A
L
K
A
L
K
To you?"
"Yes-----I... remember...
What you said on the wall...
But.
But...
I didn't...
WHATTHEHELLAREYOU?!?!"
[Click;]
Breathing heavily, I slammed the phone back on the reciever. Sweat covered my brow, and I could feel it sliding down my face, down the back of my neck.
I felt filthy.
As though... something were...
Crawling.
Crawlinginsidemyskin.
Like.... it were.... c
r
a
w
l
i
n
g
In my very flesh.
In a panic, I fled back to my room.
Once a place of refuge.
Now the room of my violation.
[I saw you there;]
Wasn't it you?
OhI remembered.
Do
You
Feel
It
c
r
a
w
l
i
n
g
Yet?
Ohgod...
This had appeared...
While the phone conversation was taking place.
I.... I can't... think anymore.
I have to go. Leave.
But...
I do.
I fell it crawling.
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