write an original short story based on a mysterious telephone call
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Saturday evening I was enjoying my tea, with my adoring better half. Watching the movie, definitely the focus was less on the happenings in the movie, but more on the showering warmth imparted by my wife. The phone rang; closed to the phone, she picked up the handset. With the usual exchange of hello, and few words, she looked at me in a quizzical and questionable manner.
Unmindful of her reaction, I causally asked who is that, I really don’t know, it is a female voice, and she wants to talk to you. What’s her name, she refuses to identify herself. I became tad curious not because of the lady on line, but due to the voice that of a stranger, who is perhaps attempting to play some prank.
Hello, this is Mr. Sharma, may I know whom I am speaking to.
Sorry I cannot divulge my identity, in that case I won’t be able to help you…I said an emphatic NO.
It seemed she felt exceedingly awful and said fine sir, sorry to perturb you. I felt otherwise at her supple pitch of lament, I composed myself and asked her, to continue without her identification revealed.
She said; the other day I was going though your article on “Sufferer needs Support”, that was wonderfully articulated being a fledging but aspiring writer, I thought of sharing my ideas and learning the nuggets of the art of writing.
Perhaps as learner, I hope you won’t dishearten me. I promise I won’t question or query about your family nor would I prefer you posing me such awkward questions. I will do that, she was overjoyed with a magnanimous gratitude she kept the phone.
I had to narrate the entire conversion to my fervently waiting wife; of course she was a silent listener with an element of distrust. Females become quite investigative, when their husband empathies with a female.
Inspite of justification of my innocence, scrupulous narration of the truth she had that suspect stamped on me. Nevertheless, with few more explanation, being a first incident she squared up the issue then and there with a passionate snigger.
Dear, I was just trying to cross-examine your veracity, and the credential you posses. By then the movie had come to its logical end, which we had anticipated quite early like any other formula Hindi movie. With the usual supper, we finished our activities to go to the bed.
Sunday at the back of the mind, leisurely dissociated myself from the cozy cot. By then she had prepared the morning tea and set together to scurry through the Sunday Times. Suddenly, I remembered the previous night incident; fraction of a moment I thought it was just a reverie.
Overcoming the mysterious feeling of talking to an anonymous caller, the purpose behind the call was sub-consciously nagging me. Yet, I buried the matter to relish the holiday with the steaming tea and Sunday newspaper. So you had a sweet dream after that sweet call. Come on dear, I am more inquisitive about such surprise call rather than generating proclivity of interest.
Matter of few minutes we winded our talk, the phone rang. We looked at each other maybe the same call. This time my wife directed me to have the privilege of lifting the handset.
With the utter of word Hello! My intuition came true.
Am I talking to Mr. Sharma?
Yes Mr. Sharma speaking. This is Neha, the girl who talked to you the previous night.
Good morning Mr. Sharma, if I am permitted to call so. You can do so, but I need to know about you.
Then Mr. Sharma, you are relinquishing the understanding we had, not to explore each other’s personal territory. That’s fine I am just married, my wife is next to me, and she is being suspicious about me. Tell her that my conscience is crystal clear, and my intent in no way related to an affair, or infusing any infliction into your sweet home.
If she still persists, and you feel such talk would hamper your relationship, I undertake I will cease my call. Nonetheless, that’s secondary we are matured enough to manage such an issue. The moot point is what made you choose me as your phone friend. That’s sound excellent, ‘friend’, we are to exchange our thoughts on writing.
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A mysterious phone call
A bright sunny morning, just me and my two best friends. We were filming our project for mass media communication which was basically to make a documentary. The place we chose was an abandoned garden, we thought if there was no one around we could make aur documentary more easily and without any tension. But little did we knew; a great thriller mystery was waiting up for us.
While recording we noticed that our props were disappearing one by one by one, which made us feel a little insecure about the place and I suddenly noticed that sky had gone a little bleak, winds had started gushing through making every tree move from to right to left, the swing moved so fast making that annoying creaking sound. The three of us got scared so much that as we were about to leave the place Yami’s phone rang, she had no idea of who that phone caller could be, no name was showing on the screen. Trembling and sweating she picked the phone call put it on speaker and we heard a strange static noise, it was almost as annoying as a screeching sound and suddenly a voice spoke, a heavy, dense and trembled voice spoke up and said “you made a mistake coming here,…now run as fast as you can or else he won’t…” and the call ended with a spark in Yami’s phone her phone started burning Yami screamed and started crying, the wind had become more strong, it made Bani loose her sight from the burning phone of Yami and made her look up. She saw a black figure staring directly at us from behind a tree, it terrified her, she grabbed our arm, pulled Yami up and we started running away from there, while running away I could feel the sweat of baani’s hand which wrapped around my arm. we all were so terrified and drained out, our heart was beating so fast that you could hear the lub dub of our heart without any stethoscope. We ran as far as we could stopped at a point which we thought was far away from that horrifying stranded place
We all looked at each other huffing, sweat dripping of our face, the brightness which we had that morning was all drained out. We went home that evening and in the next morning found our props and Yami’s burnt phone and the rest of the thing as it was before that horrifying accident took place. We looked at each other’s faces with a big question mark and then, it rang, the phone rang. Yami took the courage and picked it up shakingly and said “hello!?...” and a loud static noise like day before stared and this time it was even worse it felt like blood was coming out of our ears and the same heavy, dense but this time a little furious laughed into the phone and the call ended.