Once again, I was left alone in the study, clutching the burner phone. It was like a portal. A door that led to the underworld. I was literally about to call a woman who should be dead, a ghost.
I pressed call.
It rang once, then the line connected with a beep.
“I’m not interested.” I spoke up before she could.
“Knowing your personality, you must be disappointed that it took me so long to figure this out. Honestly, I’m quite disappointed in myself. But it doesn’t matter. Whatever twisted game this is, I’m not playing along. So do humanity some good and crawl back into your grave.”
I recognize this. She did this back when I was a child, countless times. She loved to stir me up with her favorite game, catch. At the end of the line there would be a poor dog waiting to be strangled by r
