29 The call from Hell (1/2)
Peter slowly opened his eyes to meet absolute strange darkness. The atmosphere was thick and dark as the devil's soul; the air dirty and dusty. Shortly, some dust particles found their way to his windpipe; this resulted in chest burn and he began choking. He opened his eyes wider but could see absolutely nothing, not even the smallest source of light.
”What is happening to me? Where the fuck, am I?” he questioned himself as panic set in; a shiver chasing up his spine. Black clouds rotated and looked fit to collapse down upon the bed.
”How did I even get here?” he wondered, his heart kicking hard. Trying to provide an answer to the pending questions; he recalled going to bed with someone. That ignited a gleam of hope in him.
”Ju-di-th!” he struggled to call out, but there was no response. He cried out again and got the same result. Still coughing hard, one hand on his throat, with the other he searched for her beside him. His hand met her naked skin. He shook her furiously, screaming out her name but she neither moved nor responded.
”J-e-s-u-s!” the word could barely form in his mouth as his chest burn. What has happened to her? Is she dead? What killed her? These multiple questions crush through his brain as terror surged his entire body.
”Brrring! Brrring! Brrring!” the sudden ring from the phone sounded like gunshots, causing him to jump up startled and frightened. Light from the screen of the phone lit up the entire room and that loosened the air; his windpipe abruptly was freed and he took a deep and fresh breath of relief.
”Thank God for whoever that was” he whispered in his heart.
”Brrring! Brrring! Brrring!” came, the phone. Ignoring it, he reached for Judith. He shook her, no feedback; she just lay still like a log of wood. Dead or alive he could not tell at that particular moment.
”Brrring! Brrring! Brrring!” the phone rang, this time louder like it had a mind of its own, requesting his immediate attention.
”Who could be calling by this time of the night? What could be so important?” he wondered as he left Judith, reached for the phone, picked it up to see who was calling. His heart nearly stopped at the sight of the caller. He screamed in horror and threw the phone away. It landed at the foot end of the bed and kept ringing.
His heart already jamming in his chest, he wondered, how David, his dead brother was calling him? Do they now have phones on the other side? How is this even possible? This must be some kind of a sick joke. What if it was someone trying to scare him? It could be his brother's killers. They took his phone as it wasn't found.
Anger began boiling within him for being scared at whoever was calling. He pulled closer to the phone as it kept ringing. Fingers shaking feverishly, he clicked on the green button and everywhere was silent.