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 Aloneby T.Jain Page 3 of 6 We don't want us to be all tired and sweaty before we can play, now do we?" "YOU! Godamm..." she had screamed, exploiting the pitch but paused as something bothered her knowledge, "H-how did y-you know my number...?" "Oh, pretty please." the voice returned lovingly, "Poor little girl, all alone in a big house. All alone. It's not a good thing to be all alone, Ursula. Or dearest, should I call you, Sally?" Ursula felt as if a hand had groped for her insides and now firmly held her knotted heart and throat. At a loss for words, she maintained the resident silence. "You know what people do when they are all alone. They wet their pants, they scream, they run, they hide, Sally. Know why, Sally? Because they are scared. Scared of the things that happen when you are all alone. Bad things. Very bad things." Neither could she surrender to the scream that was resonant inside her, nor muster the sanity to just abandon the receiver. "But I want to tell you something, Sally. You are never alone. Because I am always there. In that dark filthy corner where they keep the dishes, in the dusty attic where mommy won't let little boys and girls roam, in cupboards with stubborn locks that don't budge... Yes little Sally, I am always there. Know where I am right now? Somewhere very near, Sally. So hide. Cause I am coming out to play." "FUCK YOU!" With a subvert tear escaping the hollow of her wan eye, she slammed the phone lifeless and hurried outside. Picking the receiver of the sole phone in the hall, she hastily punched 911. "The number you have dialed, does not exist." a recording spoke emphatically into her ear. "What in the hell..." Ursula exhaled incredulously but redeeming her composure, she redialed. "The number you have dialed, does not exist." She redialed. "The number you have dialed, does not exist." She redialed. "The number you have dialed, does not exist, Sally." Ursula had her index finger stagnant and shadowing the redial button, when she froze. "Dear, dear, dear. Sally, we don't want company now, do we? We would rather prefer being all alone. I notice you are not hiding, Sally. If you won't hide sweetest, then I will find you. And you certainly don't want to loose the game. Believe me, Sally. You wouldn't like to loose the game." A bout of mirthless laughter followed. Ursula released the phone. Her breath tediously escaping her, her face crumpled, generously robbed of emotions. A ruthless moment of thoughtlessness enveloped her. Her legs hauled her paralyzed body away from the phone, stepping backwards incoherently. Gradually, she felt her hand reach and quietly pick her doll. Then she ran. She darted through the hall, into her segregated room and bolted the door behind her. For a few moments she analyzed the place, trying to translate with her whereabouts. Vainly seeking the comfort of company, she pressed the doll close against her chest, thickly moaning, "God... save me." She turned and looked at the phone. Her eyes narrowed, her brows furrowing to a sleek crease, her outlines contorted in anguish. The phone sat there staring defiantly back at her, calm, serene until... It had rung again. Ursula screamed as the first note had brashly broken into the silence. Her whole body jerked wildly almost steering her to the edge of the bed. Sweat took its spree and rained mercilessly down her body. She looked blindly at the equipment. Copyright © 1999, 2000, 2001 T.Jain, sffworld.com. All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author. The author has submitted the work in accordance with and in agreement with the following Submission Guidelines. |
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