I was off for my night bus when I heard a thud. The only thing around was the old phone box at the back of the station.

I approached it, the door hanging off its hinges near the bottom. There was nothing in the phone box: certainly no person. I checked the black phone in its cracked cradle, the peeling faded poster of emergency numbers, all outdated. There was no movement inside the phone box aside from mine.

Still the door suddenly groaned. As I spun around, it slammed shut.

I rested my hand against it: pushing, shoving. Soon I was leaning into it, not caring if my shoulder shattered the glass. My watch scratched it. Except I couldn’t hear that. No clatter. No scrape.

I had this awful feeling so I opened my mouth. When I spoke, nothing came out. My lips were moving but I couldn’t hear a thing.

Soon enough I was screaming or at least trying to. It was dark outside and it had just started to rain. Everyone who passed me must have already ducked inside the station.

I kept on trying to scream, attempting to thump the glass. I couldn’t hear anything so I didn’t think anyone outside could either.

At last I balled up my fists, raised them, lifted them back. I bashed the glass. The whole phone box quivered around me but would not yield. I pushed my forehead against the door and gave in.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Just once. I turned, grabbed it, pressing the receiver against my ear.

“Now you know,” a thin nasal voice crackled through the droning dial tone.

I dropped the phone. It clattered against the back wall. I definitely heard that but still I knocked the glass myself to check. Sound had returned.

I glanced back to the door just in time to see and hear it groan open. First chance I got, I jumped out towards the bus station.

I only looked back once when the phone box door slammed shut again. The echo followed me inside.

I can still hear it.

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Carrie OLeary
Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
1 year ago

Very creepy indeed. I would love to know what they know now. A very gripping read.

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Eric Radcliffe
Eric Radcliffe(@eric-radcliffe)
1 year ago

Very original Owen, I was hoping for a more a little more horror in the ending, but I enjoyed this read very much.

Genya Johnson
Genya Johnson(@genya-johnson)
1 year ago

I can remember how heavy the old phone box doors used to be and often worried I wouldn’t open the door. This was gripping and tense all the way through.

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Christer Norrlof
Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
1 year ago

A well described adventure which seems like a combination of a nightmare and a time travel to the past. The mysterious phone call adds to the enigmatic story. Now everybody wants to know who was calling and what “I” knows after his experience in the phone box.

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Sandra James
Sandra James(@sandra-james)
1 year ago

I’m not surprised you can still hear it; I think I will remember your story every time I pass a phone box and will probably sidestep a couple of steps! You definitely nailed the ‘scary’ theme – well done!

Susan Dawson
Susan Dawson(@susan-dawson)
1 year ago

Another nail in the coffin of phone boxes.

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
1 year ago

This story is scary. I remember my dream when I was 11 years old; there is a person wants to kill me. I was running but, I didn’t move away from the person chasing me until I felt tired and about to have a heart attack. Good thing my mom woke me up. Good job, Owen.

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