Phone Calls
Mike had to go away for an unknown time in a urgend business matter. Trisha was not unlucky about this. It gave her time to recover and prepare for what was going to happen.
Chris and Trish slowly started to refesh their friendship, which was now on a complete different level. Chris had grown up a large bit of this incident. Duncan had called her on Tuesday to ask how she was doing and if she was sure that he should not come down to her. She declined again though she agreed on his visit after he finished his business matter up in San Francisco. Concerning John, well, she had not heard or seen him since Monday. Now it was Sunday evening and Chris and Ben were visiting Trisha. They had a barbeque during the afternoon and now they were sitting in peace all together in her living room. Chris had finally introduced Ben to his family yesterday and they were talking about this. They told her that they haven’t seen John themself during the last week and that he has not been there yesterday either. Apparently he was away on a business trip himself for an unspecified time. Trish was not unhappy about that too.
Suddenly her phone rang. By habit she picked it up. First there was silence at the other end. Then there started a voice to moan into the receiver. ‘Hello?’ Trisha asked. "I get you! Watch out for every step you do!" the person at the other end started to laugh. "Aha, and why do you want to catch me?" "You bitch, you slut, I am going to kill you!" The man at the other end hung up. Trisha was shaking her head. What was that all about? she wondered. There must have somebody dialled the wrong number. Chris and Ben were looking at her. ‘Wrong number’, she replied and they kept on chatting. After a while later, Chris and Ben left her and Trisha was getting ready for bed when her phone was ringing again. Trish let the answering machine take it for her. Patiently she was waiting next to it. The caller hung up. Oh well, if that’s all your loss. She went to bed. She had bigger problems. It was scarying her that there was no sign of John. She did not wish him to appear one evening on her front door, as he did last Monday. The whole week she had tried to figure out what was going on, but no chance. Her mobile rang. She answered it. ‘I get you you slut! Whatch out for every step you do!’ ‘How did you get this number?’ Nothing, then the man started to laugh. This laugh, it gave her goose bumps. He sounded like a crazy person, well he must be crazy, she thought and hung up. Probably he just dialed a number and by luck got her. Nobody except her company and her friends had her mobile number. Well, time to sleep. Trish turned off the light.
By Sunday evening she was close by changing her numbers. The molester called her in regular time on her mobile or at home. Now she was sure that there was no mistake. But why her? From day to day it got worse. Yesterday she even had the feeling of being watched. Trish decided to go and change her phone numbers tomorrow. The phone rung again. Scarying waiting for who was on the other side she slowly picked up. ‘Hello?’ she asked shyly. ‘Watch out, I am close behind.’ He laughed again. ‘What do you want from me? What did I do to you that you must hate me so much?’ Trisha asked, but she did not count on a reply. He just kept on laughing. How Trisha hated it. ‘Look out, I get you, get you get you get you!’ while he was repeating himself, her doorbell rang. She let drop the receiver. What was going on here. It was for a long time since she had been that scared. Slowly she picked up the receiver. The caller had hung up. The doorbell rang again. Trisha refused to open it. Now she could hear somebody knowing on it with its bare fists. Then she could hear a voice yelling for her. No, please not. Not John. She crept to the door and looked through the spy. Yes indeed it was John. ‘Trish, I know you are at home, so open the door, otherwise I will wake up all your neigbours until they call the police!’ Trisha opened the door. ‘Mr Griffin, what a pleasure to see you’, she lied at him, not hiding it. ‘Do you not want to come in?’ she hissed through her teeths. ‘Very generous of you. Yes please, that’s really kind’, he kept on playing her game, but Trisha left him at the door and went to the living room. She turned on the TV and turned on the sound that loud that a normal conversation would be impossible. John followed her, closing the door after him.