Novel & Cerita The Call Is Coming From Inside The House

I went back inside and started cleaning the house, and I'll be heading to work later. I've already showered and put on my uniform. I combed my hair and blow-dried it. As I went down to the living room, the house phone suddenly rang. It's on the small table next to it. I was surprised who was calling, and on the phone of all things. Maybe it's the internet service, and they'll tell me to upgrade again. I just let it ring while I put on my shoes. But it didn't stop, so I was forced to answer it. “Hello? Coszi residence," I replied. I just heard someone breathing, so I frowned. “Hello? Is this a prank?

"Maybe you should call her back? It might be an emergency?" I took the phone from him, my own face turning into a mask of worry and confusion as I saw the consecutive ten missed calls from Camille. Before I could call her back, the phone in my hand vibrated to life once again, her name flashing across the screen. I picked it up instantly, halfway through the first ring. "Hey—" "Cam," Her terrified voice flooded across the call and my back instantly stiffened. "Cam, there's someone in the house. They just broke in. I am—"

As I was drowned in thoughts suddenly, my phone started ringing. I brought out my phone from my pocket and it was Maximo. He did not call the whole day and called just the moment I entered the home. Does he fit any secret camera here somehow? I looked around before receiving the call. "Hello..." "What are you doing?" Maximo's deep voice rang in my ear. "Nothing, inside the house." I wore the earphones that I took out before going out of the house. "Where did you go tonight?" He asked, his voice low and magnetic.

I walk over to my phone which is still ringing, in a bit of annoyance. I find it's my assistant who's calling and my brows crease. on the top left corner of my phone, it says it's 09:15 pm. Why is she calling by this time? I pick the call and pull the phone to my ear. My heart stops when I hear her panicked voice. "Ma'am, our building is on fire! "She says, and my phone falls out of my hand. song for the moment; One Call Away by Charlie puth.

GATEMAN (into intercom) Wait make I confirm something. He reaches for the landline to call the main house— The gate phone buzzes inside. The house phone rings on the side table near the stairs. The housekeeper, dressed in grey and white, wipes her hands and answers. HOUSEKEEPER Hello? GATEMAN (V.O.) People dey outside. Dem say na Miss Imani dem come see. HOUSEKEEPER Okay, I’ll let her know. She hangs up, and just as she turns toward the staircase—

"And your guitar. We're only flying out at noon, so I'll bring them over to you." What? WHAT? "How did you get my number?" It sounds more suspicious than I intended it to. "I'm calling from your phone. I just selected home in the contacts," he replies. Oh. My. God. Maybe I never actually woke up this morning. "Are you still there?" He asks, irritation creeping into his voice. "Yes! I... are you sure it's ok?" I ask. "You don't mind coming here?" "It's fine," he says. "What's your address?"

Where is she? The longer I wait, the more agitated I become. I find myself grabbing my phone and dialing her again, my finger tapping impatiently on the side of my leg. This time, something strange happens—I hear the sound of a phone ringing, not through the earpiece, but from inside the house. "What the hell?" I say, lowering my phone and looking around. The sound is coming from upstairs. I jog up the stairs, following the sound to our bedroom. It’s coming from her bag, casually tossed on the bed. Why would she leave her phone at home?

"If this is about the media circus outside your house, call my PR team. I have nothing to say to you." "I am not calling about the gates, Adrian," I said. I held my phone close to my mouth. My voice was low, deep, and steady in the dark, freezing room. I wanted him to hear exactly how calm I was. "I am calling from your basement. Row three, cabinet one." A heavy silence fell over the line. For a long moment, Adrian didn't say a single word. In the background on his end, I could hear the faint sound of traffic and a car horn beep.

“Ok, ma’am. Thank you, I’ll get someone to your location now. I’ll ask about the outage in one second. What’s your name?” “Eloise Sulley,” I tell the operator as I hear the line mute for a moment, I’m sure they’re asking about the outage. “Ok Eloise. There’s not a reported outage, is your power out?” “Yes, it is.” Shit. SHIT! Not good. Was this planned? “Ok Eloise, can you hear an intruder in your apartment?” “Uhm, hold on,” I pull the phone away from my ear to listen closer to the door for someone in my living room. “I think can hear someone walking around, but I can’t tell.”

"Julian's place seems pretty spacious. Your father also lives locally. Rita, with all your money, are you seriously telling me you can't find somewhere to stay?" Rita was furious. "Kevin, you've really got nerve. Is this how you treat me? Have you forgotten what you promised my father before? I'm telling him about this!" Finally, she hung up. Faith looked at me sympathetically. "I never expected Rita to be this ridiculous." After dinner, I returned home only to discover a middle-aged man squatting outside my front door. It was Rita's father. Cigarette butts littered the ground around him. He looked at me with obvious hostility.