Final Call: A Tale of Terror

It was a stormy night and Lisa was alone in her apartment. She had just finished watching a horror movie and was feeling a bit nervous. She decided to call her boyfriend, Mark, who was working late at the office.

She dialed his number and waited for him to answer. The phone rang several times, but there was no response. She tried again, but still nothing. She felt a surge of panic and wondered if something had happened to him.

She checked the time and saw that it was almost midnight. She decided to text him instead. She typed “Hey, where are you? I’m worried about you. Call me when you can.” and hit send.

She waited for a few minutes, but there was no reply. She felt a cold sweat on her forehead and her heart started to race. She grabbed her coat and keys and headed for the door. She was going to drive to his office and see if he was okay.

She opened the door and stepped outside. The wind was howling and the rain was pouring. She ran to her car and got in. She started the engine and drove off.

She reached his office building in about 15 minutes. She parked her car and ran to the entrance. She saw that the lights were off and the doors were locked. She looked for a security guard, but there was none.

She banged on the door and shouted “Mark! Mark! Are you there? Please open the door!” but there was no answer. She felt a chill down her spine and wondered if he had left already.

She took out her phone and called him again. This time, someone picked up.

“Hello?” a voice said.

Lisa felt a wave of relief and said “Mark! Oh, thank God! Where are you? I’ve been trying to reach you for hours!”

There was a pause, then the voice said “Who is this?”

Lisa felt confused and said “What do you mean, who is this? It’s me, Lisa! Your girlfriend!”

There was another pause, then the voice said “I’m sorry, but you have the wrong number.”

Lisa felt a shock and said “What? No, this is Mark’s number! I’ve been calling him all night!”

The voice said “I’m sorry, but this is not Mark’s number. This is the police station.”

Lisa felt a surge of fear and said “The police station? Why do you have Mark’s phone?”

The voice said “We found his phone at the scene of a crime. He was murdered about two hours ago.”

Lisa felt a scream stuck in her throat and dropped her phone. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Mark was dead. He was murdered. And she had no idea who did it or why.

She felt a sudden pain in her chest and realized that she was having a panic attack. She tried to calm herself down, but it was too hard. She felt like she was going to die.

She looked around and saw that she was still outside the office building. She wondered if anyone had seen her or heard her. She felt exposed and vulnerable.

She decided to get back in her car and drive away. She didn’t know where to go, but she knew she had to get away from there. She ran to her car and got in. She started the engine and drove off.

She drove aimlessly for a while, trying to process what had happened. She felt numb and empty. She couldn’t stop thinking about Mark. He was her everything. They had been together for three years and had planned to get married soon. They had so many dreams and hopes for the future. And now he was gone.

She wondered who could have killed him and why. He was a good person, a kind person, a loving person. He didn’t have any enemies or problems that she knew of. He worked as an accountant at a reputable firm and had a good reputation. He didn’t deserve to die like that.

She felt angry and sad at the same time. She wanted justice for him. She wanted to find his killer and make them pay. But she also felt helpless and hopeless. She didn’t have any clues or leads to follow. She didn’t even know where to start.

She decided to call the police station and ask for more information. Maybe they could tell her something that would help her figure out what had happened.

She took out her phone and dialed the number that had called her before. The phone rang once, twice, three times, then someone picked up.

“Hello, this is Detective Jones speaking.”

Lisa felt a surge of hope and said “Hello, Detective Jones, this is Lisa Smith, Mark Wilson’s girlfriend.”

There was a pause, then the detective said “Oh, hello, Ms. Smith, I’m sorry for your loss.”

Lisa felt a lump in her throat and said “Thank you, Detective Jones, I appreciate it.”

The detective said “You’re welcome, Ms. Smith, I’m sorry to bother you at this time, but I need to ask you some questions about Mark.”

Lisa felt a pang of fear and said “Questions? What kind of questions?”

The detective said “Just some routine questions, Ms. Smith, nothing to worry about.”

Lisa felt suspicious and said “What do you want to know?”

The detective said “Well, first of all, where were you tonight?”

Lisa felt offended and said “Where was I? I was at home, watching a movie.”

The detective said “What movie were you watching?”

Lisa felt annoyed and said “Why does that matter?”

The detective said “It’s just part of the investigation, Ms. Smith, please cooperate with me.”

Lisa felt frustrated and said “Fine, I was watching The Conjuring 2.”

The detective said “The Conjuring 2? That’s a horror movie, right?”

Lisa felt confused and said “Yes, so what?”

The detective said “So you like horror movies?”

Lisa felt irritated and said “Yes, I do, what’s your point?”

The detective said “No point, Ms. Smith, just curious.”

Lisa felt impatient and said “Look, Detective Jones, I don’t mean to be rude, but can you please tell me what this has to do with Mark’s murder?”

The detective said “Everything, Ms. Smith, everything.”

Image credit: Jose Francisco Morales

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