Frightening Phone Incident
by Bryn
I live in Christchurch, New Zealand and this story happened five years ago when I was 13.
Every year as tradition, my family and I head across the street to a neighbor's house. We and some of our other relatives and friends meet here to celebrate Christmas. As the night grew further and further on into the early hours of the morning, I became tired and decided best that I go home to sleep. Neither I or my older sister owned a key to unlock our house, so therefore I had to borrow my mother's. "Don't lose it," she said. "It's our only one." "I won't, Mum," I replied. Then said my goodbyes and left for my house. Though my house is only just across the street, mum insisted to ring her when I got back.
I remember it was a really hot night. It’s summer during Christmas in New Zealand. As I walked across the street, I looked up to see the star-filled sky beaming above. I was in a good mood that night; everything up until that next hour had gone well. Little did I know my mood would shortly be shattered.
I walked up the steps of our house onto the front porch, unlocked and walked through the door slipping the key into my back pocket as I walked in. It was dark in our long hallway and as I quickly made my way down and into my mother's room to make the phone call I switched the hall light on. The light came as some what of a relief to me. I tend to panic a tad in the dark. I made the phone call to assure mum I was home and I was safe. She told me she’d be home along with my sister in the next half hour or so. So I decided I’d stay up and let her in rather than getting up out of bed half asleep to let her in. After our short discussion, I placed the phone down on mum's duchess and walked into our living room. Switched on the TV and remained there for about 10 minutes.
As I sat there watching some late night infomercials I noticed the light flashing on our living room phone. This happens when either the phone is ringing, or when the phone in mum’s room is picked up off the hook. Now I thought, “Surely that can't be. I’m home alone.” So I walked over and picked up the phone. On the other end of the line came a blurry static with random silent spaces. This went on for a minute or two until I started to hear what sounded like a voice, and this voice was screaming. Screaming like its body was in extreme pain. Deathly screams full of hatred that made me feel cold all over. These screams were partially clear only very faint behind the static. I couldn’t make out any words; there may not have even been any, just screaming. At this point I started to freak out, tapping the phone off and on but still the noises didn’t change.
For a few minutes I paced back and forth, not knowing exactly what to make of it all, or what I could do to calm myself. I thought of ringing mum, but the phone wasn’t working and I didn’t dare listen to those noises again. So as the minutes turned to what felt like hours, finally I gathered enough courage to walk down the hallway and into mum's room where I’d last seen the phone, but to my shock, it wasn’t there! Now losing the plot entirely, I turned my head to the front of the house. And there, lying on its side was the phone I had used to call mum not 15 minutes before! I did a mad bolt down to put the phone back on its hook, then ran to the living room to call my friend's house across the street.
The next few days, police where checking every entrance way into our home for any evidence of a break in. Even the chimney. Nothing was missing, nothing was broken, nothing was found.
I didn’t hear any noises whatsoever that night. My house is old and echoes any sound through its thick walls. You can hear the smallest noises from the other side of the house and I heard nothing at all. No bangs, no crashes. Not even a creak. All I heard was that noise from the phone, and it’s a sound I’ll never forget. To this day I still don’t know how the phone got there, and who or what put it there. The only thing I do know is, I was the only person in the house that night. And our only key was rested safely in my back pocket the whole time.
