She wakes up groaning in a cold, concrete room. Her head pounding from impact of some sort.


"What the..?" She mumbles, looking around. Taking in the sight of nothing , feeling the feeling of helplessness and despair.


She hopes, and begs it to be a dream. She hears oncoming footsteps. And among her stands the man, the kind looking man.


"Hello, Maria." He says, his tone cold and menacing. His brown eyes pierced her deep blue eyes.


"How do you know me? Who are you?" She blurts. "Are you the prankster who called me off my own number?!" She asks, demanding an answer.


He just laughs. "Oh, no. But you'll see the truth very soon, Maria. You should have listened to the voice, or should i say, yourself?" He laughs, chucking a phone at her feet.


"Call someone you know will answer." He says ominously, then leaves the room without warning.


What if she calls herself? To warn her.


Her trembling hands type in her own number , ringing it, biting her lips in hope she picks up.


She answers to a scolding, "Look, I'm done with this crap, okay? Don't call me bac-"


She answers to herself, "I'm warning you , Maria." Then she hangs up. Her eyes widen.


The phone calls weren't a prank...