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(Created page with "I'm what you would call a "scaredy cat" or a "coward"; someone who is very very easily frightened. And that's only scraping the surface. As a child I was afraid of silly things like the sight of blood, or a monster that I swore crawled out from under my bed. As I reached the fifth grade I swore I had some encounters with ghosts. Finally reaching a more mature age however I decided those fears were stupid, and I could brave anything. I was wrong, for even the sillier Cree...")
 
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Then things started to take a more interesting development. Two before the event you see I every time I would try to contact one of my good friends, Jordan, the phone would mess up. It never failed. I would try to text her, but the phone would go to contacts instead. I would try to send her a message, but another incoming message always seemed to disrupt it, or it would just flat out fail. I once got a message from her, but phone vibrated for half a second, and closed the message on its own. I had to go dig into my inbox to find it. For every other person it worked fine... it only seemed to be her.
 
*That's when I had got to thinking that I hadn't seen her days, much less heard from her. A dark thought crossed my mind; what if something had happened to her? Wouldn't I have heard about it? I considered us to be pretty great friends. I decided to give her a call, but a deep strange voice came on the line instead of a ring when I dialed my number. "Hang up now..." It repeated over and over. My heart started racing as I threw the phone across the room and start trembling violently. As I stated before I am truly a frightful person, and hearing that voice did everything but give me a heart attack. Tears were forming in my eyes; what horrible joke was this? Had someone decided to exploit my easy fright for personal amusment? I wish that would've been the case.
 
That night I left the phone where it was and slept in a different room with as many lights on as I could manage. I know this sounds like I'm overreacting a little, but you must keep in mind that things like Slenderman and Smile.dog give me the creeps. I was a kid afraid of monsters for crying out loud. Anyway my biggest mistake was not destroying that phone what I would've. In my defense at the time I was so freaked out that I didn't want to be anywhere near it. I also hypothesized that perhaps it was the other line's problem, and had nothing to do with my phone. Again, I was wrong.
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