Bad Choice Voicemail

My phone rang at 1:48 a.m. Unknown number. I didn’t answer. They left a voicemail.

It was just breathing at first. Slow. Close to the microphone. Then a voice whispered:

“You moved the chair.” I froze. Earlier that night, I had moved a chair in my bedroom

to block the door. I never told anyone. I listened again. At the end of the voicemail,

the voice said: “Bad choice.”