The Call From My Attic

Warning: what I'm about to tell you kept me up for three straight nights. Last week,

I found an old phone in my attic with one contact saved. It was my own number. Out of curiosity,

I called it. Someone answered. They knew things about me nobody else could possibly

know. My childhood secrets. My deepest fears. Then they said something that made my blood

freeze. "Stop looking for me in the attic. I'm standing right behind you."

I turned around slowly. My attic was empty, but my bedroom door downstairs slammed

shut. I wasn't alone anymore.