The Uninvited

By Jzt

At exactly 2:17 AM every morning, the phone rang. I always answered, hearing only static and faint whispers. One night, I called back.

"You shouldn't have done that,"

came the reply, followed by a chilling laugh. After that, the calls stopped, but I began to hear the whispers in around my house, and in my room. One night, I woke to find a phone on my pillow, ringing. When I picked it up, the voice said, 

“I'm here now." 

I dropped the phone in panic, but the whispering didn't stop. It was all around me, echoing off the walls. I checked every room, every corner, but found no one. The next day, I disconnected my phone line, but at 2:17 AM, the sound of a ringing phone still filled my ears. I searched for hidden devices, anything that could explain this persistent haunting, but there was nothing. 

Then, one night, I decided not to answer, to ignore the sound. But the ringing grew louder, more insistent, until it was unbearable. I couldn't take it anymore; I picked up the receiver, expecting to hear the voice again. Instead, there was silence, but then, from somewhere in my house, I heard footsteps approaching my bedroom. The door, which I had locked, slowly creaked open, and there, at the threshold, stood no one. But the whispers returned, now right beside me, 

"I'm here to stay."

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