The Backyard Phone

I found an old phone buried in my backyard. The screen had no cracks.

The battery showed full. There was no SIM card. No signal.

No apps. At 2:17 AM, the phone buzzed. A photo of the front gate.

Next night, another photo. The porch. Closer. I stopped sleeping.

The hallway. The stairs. The wall outside my room. Tonight,

my bedroom door. Open. The timestamp says now. The phone vibrates

again.