How Old Was Mason Thames In The Black Phone นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Five kilometers near Remscent Street? Do you know how many people live in that area?" "We're continuing to trace the signal and should have a more precise location soon," the team member replied. "Find him before 6:00 p.m.," Damon ordered, his tone icy. ... In Unit 502 on the fifth floor of an apartment building, Gabriel sat on the couch while Mason, tightly bound, lay on the floor. Mason leered at Gabriel with fierce, dark eyes, his anger unshaken despite the situation. It was this bad man again—the one who had locked him up in his company before!

Stared at the wall. I thought about the cage in the basement. The boys at the party with their empty eyes. Teddy on his knees on that cold floor whispering I'm sorry to whoever was behind those bars. How many cages? How many basements? How many boys? The burner phone buzzed from behind the panel in my closet. I got up. Pulled the panel. Took out the phone. One message from Sylvester. ~Tonight. Old factory on Millbrook. Ten o'clock. I read it twice. Deleted it. Put the phone back.

It was broken and had a lot of scratches and it was dead. I covered my mouth while screaming. I saw Mr. Black, he snatched my phone and threw it, but why? I was talking on the phone call and the call was important to me. "Mr. Black?" I screamed. He avoided me and left the room rapidly. Tears rolled over my cheeks and I knelt on the surface. "What's wrong with him?" I murmured and stayed there for a long. I grabbed the phone and tried to start it but there was nothing that remained on the phone. The phone's body was damaged on both sides and the glass hurt my finger which started bleeding immediately.

" … Back at the Hamilton Estate, Larissa walked into Ambrose's study. The room had yet to be cleaned, and everything remained just as it was before Ambrose left. Larissa found the broken phone in the corner of the room, with its screen already cracked. She tried pressing the start button, and the phone screen surprisingly lit up. She let out a sigh of relief, thankful that it still worked. However, upon restarting the phone, a four-digit PIN had to be entered in order to unlock it. After three incorrect attempts, it would then be permanently locked. Larissa pondered for a moment, then entered her birth date. It was the correct PIN.

The receptionist looks at the report on the computer screen, her eyes moving back and forth across the screen. Then she looks up at me. She looks nervous but she doesn't look like she is lying. She mutters, her voice barely a whisper. “Mason… he is seven years old, Mr. King.” I feel like the floor has been pulled from under me. Not only that, I feel like I am drunk with strong wine as I stumble back a step, my hand searching for the edge of the desk to keep me from falling. “Seven?” I whisper Mason's age to myself again in confusion

Christopher meets Marcello. Christopher leaves. Christopher dies later. Three points. Not connected yet, but close enough that they wanted to be. My phone buzzed. Thomas. “What is this Mr Thomas?” I asked picking up the call before he could even speak. Then he said, “You saw the same video?” “A really weird message from anyone at all.” I heard him exhale, Thomas was in his sixties but maybe this was stressing him too much. “I know.” He said. That was new, unlike the other questions he avoided. I stood and walked toward the window, keeping the phone pressed to my ear.

The memory still brought a smile to my face. Whispers filled my ears around me, I could never make out what they were saying, but they were becoming louder each time I used my gift. Pushing the thought aside, I slid along the wall, inching my way towards the corridor where Mason’s voice could be heard. Luckily for me, he was talking to his mother, exactly the person I wanted to find. She still seemed to be wound up and not as immaculate as she usually was. Picking a spot, I waited and hid, “What do you mean he’s not back yet? It’s been all day”, Mason whined. If I didn’t know he was in his twenties, you would think he was a child from how he kept on all the time.

Still… I couldn’t ignore the unease Liam’s words brought back. I poured drinks. I ignored the whisper of paranoia brushing the back of my neck. I told myself I was imagining it again. But when I took my ten-minute break and stepped out into the alley for air, my phone buzzed. Unknown/ number. No contact. No location. Just five words. “Black is a better coffin.” I didn’t breathe. Just stared. Jaw tight. Fingers white around the phone. I deleted the message. No screenshots. No evidence. Just the chill crawling down my spine.

"It’s too early for this energy, Mason" "Not when you’re officially an adult. Here." He tossed a small, rectangular box onto my lap. My heart skipped. I knew what it was before having a clear view of it. I tore the paper off to find a new phone. It was not the latest model but it was newer than the one I had been using for the past three years. "Mason! No way!" Mason had been working so hard to take care of himself in college. He didn’t have to get me something so expensive

"By the way. Here! Take this phone. Young Master already saved his number. You have the same style of the phone just different in color. His is black while yours is light pink!" Fe fainted at once!