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[theWriter]

Since I presume that Fanfic can be used to freewrite, I'm gonna do something me and my friends call author tag. I write a bit, and then someone else can join on if they wish. Please use prop. grammar if possible so that everyone's lives are easier. Here it goes:

The phone rings.
Brrrrrinnnnggg!
Are you gonna answer that? You say, looking at me.
Well, I dunno. That depends.
That depends.
Whos on the line?
Thats always the question.
Every single person has a problem with someone. And when that someone calls, you ask, whos on the line.
Well, its a good question. If you really think about it.
After all, you never know who you could be talking to.
Thats why phones are the subject of many horror movies. The phone rings, and the hero, or usually heroine, as it is, nervously steps forward with her pouty lips and big, baby blues, blond hair and high heels, and fearfully picks up the dreaded phone.
Who could it be?
Hello? shell say, voice high pitched with fright.
A click. A laugh. And the phone is abruptly cut off.
The heroine will stare at the phone in either bewilderment or alarm, and then slowly put the phone back on the hook, manicured nails glistening in the lamp of her huge, dark house.
Ah! The lights. We mustnt forget them. Suddenly, a hum will be heard through the house, and the house, or the lamp, plunges into darkness. The heroine screams in fright right before she dies by the hands of her mysterious phone caller.
Gasp! It had to be that phone that was the death of her, wasnt it?
Yes. The phone.

Who is it? I ask, looking over at Brit with no real interest in whos on the line.
She glances at the caller I.D., and shrugs when it comes up with no address.
Dunno. I.D. says its unavailable.
Hmm I purse my lips. Just answer. It might be Brian calling from a pay phone.
Brit could care less. She just wants to get going. We want to go Downtown. Theres a concert tonight, and I sure as hell dont want to miss it. I paid good moneyI think.
She picks up the phone. Hello? listens for a moment. Yeah? Here. She gives me the phone. Its Brian. She says nodding, just as a confirmation.
Yeah? I ask, sounding bored, as usual.
Hey, Rachel! Brian says, sounding pleased Im on the line.
Hi Brian. I say, putting some slight enthusiasm in my voice. I can hear the bass resonate in the background, as well as voices. Where are you?
Where else? He says, laughing. Im down at the club, waiting for you guys. Hurry up, dude. All the parking spots are getting taken. I dont have a lot of time.
Geez! Someones feeling pushy. Give us time. We were waiting for your phone call. That way we had the clear.
If you say so. Brian says. I can nearly see him shrugging. A pause. Just get here soon, okay?
Got it.
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[skkh_fan87]

"Alright, lets get this over with."
Brit says as we leave the house five minutes. I can tell Brit might have something other than the concert on her mind at the moment, but I didn't have time to question her. I didn't want to leave Brian waiting any longer.
We reach the club, show our tickets and head inside. The bass is pumping loudly from the stage and the band is singing a loud obnoxious song. I can't stand rock really, I only went because Brian had asked and I really wanted to impress him. I scan the crowd looking for Brian. Brit shifts impatiently from side the side for a few seconds

"Alright, he's obviously not here." she said "Lets just go OK?"

I look at Brit confused.

"We've only just got here, we haven't even tried to look for him yet. What's your problem tonight?"

Brit just shrugs. She follows me as we push our way through the crowd looking for Brian, or one of Brians friends.
Suddenly, an unexplainable chill travels down my spine. I feel like someone or something is behind me. But when I turn around no one is there. I look at Brit.

"Did you feel that?" I ask

"What?" she asks clearly confused...

[theWriter]

Wow. This is going great. I'm "it" now, huh? Here it is:


I shrug it off, but Brit continues to stare at me. She reaches out, taps me on the shoulder. Are you okay?
I blink, take a step back away from Brit.
Am I?
Well, cant say I really know. So I give a little tilt of my head, signaling normalcy and smile.
Im fine. Dont worry about it.
Brits shoulders slum, a sign of relief, and then she continues to scan the crowd, searching for Brian over the bobbing heads and bodies.
Nothing.
I shake my head. Something is wrong with me. I dont feel safe here. This doesnt feel right. The club, the music, everything. Brian was supposed to be here. But hes not.
And thats not like him.
Brit notices a lot. She looks over at me, scans the bobbing amoeba of teenagers, then grabs me by the arm. I look over.
Lets go outside, she shouts over the dull monotony of the bass. I nod, then lead the way to the back door, shuffling through various groups until I reach the door. The bouncer looks down at me over crossed arms contemptuously. I dont bat an eyelid. Ive learned from experience here, that if you move, you show anything resembling fear--youll get burned for it.
Brit appears by my side. Were going outside to get some air, she yells to the bouncer. His eyelids flicker, and the muscles in his forearms tense
And then he moves aside.
Nervously I slide by him and out the door, into the brisk night air of the alley. Brit staggers out, tripping on the doorstep and then straightening up, trying to recover some ounce of dignity. She gets it. I turn around to the door only to have it slams with a loud metallic clang that echoes through the alley. For a moment, theres an awkward silence. A chill sweeps through the corridor and I pull my coat tighter around me, shaking slightly. Brit taps on her feet, getting her blood moving, and then stops, clearing her throat. I glance over.
Yeah?
Rachel, are you sure youre okay? She stares at me with worried eyes.
Yeah. I say slowly. Brit doesnt buy it, but she says nothing.
More of that silence.
I open my mouth to speak. Brit looks over expectantly.
Do you thin
I hear the annoying buzz of a cell phone on vibrate. Brit and I stare at each other, and then I rummage through my purse, searching for (what I assume) is my cell going off. Brit does the same. We both come out with the phones, and then Brit shrugs. Not hers.
So it must be mine. For a second I stare at the phone, still buzzing madly, warily. Who would be calling me at this time of night?
Brit calls from my side helpfully, It could be Brian.
Oh, well, that changes things.
I hit receive and then bring the phone to my ear. Brit looks at me expectantly.
Hello?
Silence on the other line. Some static. I repeat what I said.
Hello?
Theres a shrill beep from the other side, and then I hear this low, rumbling voice fill the void.
You have ten minutes. It says, slightly distorted in the static.
I shake my head, laughing. Just some prank caller. I grin to Brit: Dont worry, nothing serious; then talk to the guy on the phone.
Look, dude, I dont know what your talking about.
Theres a pause on the other side of the line. But you do, the voice says, you know exactly what Im talking about, Rachel. You know.
Something clicks in my head, something of the past. Its not something I want. This is not someone I want to be hearing from.
Who is this? I ask sharply. Brit looks over, and all the good feelings are gone.
A dark chuckle. That doesnt matter right now, does it?
It does. I snap. Who the hell is this?
Theres another beat of silence. Im afraid hes hung up. But then I hear a shift of noise, him moving around.
Rachel, this isnt a joke. Im not a joke. You know Brian, dont you?
s**tI almost drop the phone. I can feel my mouth open and close in shock. My breathing speeds up. This has to be a sick prank. This has to be.
Yes, the voice continues. It sounds like wet silk over cement. You do know Brian.
Whowho are you? I ask. My voice is shaking. I cough once to maintain some control over myself and then speak again, more steady: Who is this?
Im your worst nightmare, Rachel. The voice says. Im your worst nightmare and if you dont get to that phone booth in ten minutes hes gone. Just gone. Theres a pause, and then he continues, you better hurry there, Rachel, he muses, or else in ten minutes, Brian wont be around to say good-bye. He coughs, the prelude to hanging up.
No, no, no. I feel myself pull at some hair, the blood drain away from my face. I slowly begin to sink to the ground. Brit looks at me in alarm. What phone booth? I ask, voice desperate, the insanity of the situation not yet occurring to me. What goddamn phone booth you sick prick?!?
Silence. Oh, god, tell me he didnt hang up.
Read the number on your cell, Rachel. It shouldnt take you that long. After allYou know where Im coming from. Good-bye.
Then the dial tone rang in my ear and the phone fell out of my nerveless hands, spinning in seemingly slow motion before hitting the ground with a thud.



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[skkh_fan87]

I checked the number on my cell phone. 244-7355

"Who was that?" Brit asked anxiously "Did you know him?"

"I d-don't know. My phone died. Come on, we have to find a p-ayphone."

"Don't B.S me Brit! I still see the light on your phone, it's not dead!"

I didn't want to tell her the truth. She wouldn't believe it if I did. It sounded like something right out of one of my horror movies that she found so stupid.
She glared at me and waited, hand on her hip, her foot tapping on the ground.

"Rachel, you better tell me what's going on or I'll tell Mom and Dad where we really went tonight!"

"You wouldn't dare. You'd be in trouble too. You went with me remember?"

"No, because I can tell them that you told me we were going to the mall."

Crap! She had me there. After all, Brit was the one our parents trusted the most. To our parents, Brittany Lindemann was always the perfect child. Rarely in trouble, straight A-student. A mothers dream. It was clear that our parents favored Britt, and it wasn't fair!

"I'm waiting..."

"Ok ok ok! Don't have a cow." I said finally
"I don't know who this dude is but he says I have ten minutes to find Brian in a payphone before he kills him so we have to find this payphone and he said the number of the payphone is the number on my cell phone that he called from and we have to get there so lets go."

I said and then stopped to catch my breath, hoping that Brit would believe me, if only this once...

[theWriter]

Brit pauses, grinning at me strangely. In my mind I beg her to believe me, for just this once.
But she just keeps staring at me oddly.
"Is this another one of your sick pranks?" Brit finally asks quietly, beginning to back up, to run away.
"No!" I shout, shocked that she would even suggest something then guilty because I know it has happened before. I put out a hand, pleadingly. "Brit, please, for the love of God, believe me." As she stares at me, eyebrow raised, I continue, almost murmuring to myself, "This, this isn't a joke."
Brit cocks her head at me, and then I see her begin to back up. She shakes her head at me, in sympathy. "You have a sick mind, Rachel." as my mouth opens in shock she continues, "I'm not going to dragged in another of your b.s. pranks. I'm sorry, but if this is real," Brit's voice gets quiet, "you're going to have to deal w/it on your own. Not me."
As I stand there, in complete and utter shock, Brit begins to walk away, turning back to the alley. She knocks on the door and shoots me one more look of pity before the club door swings open and she's engulfed in the club full of darkness.
For a moment, I sit there, complete denial sinking its way into my brain. I don't want to believe this, can't believe this, yet I know deep down that this is no prank.
Suddenly, the phone vibrates again. Surprised, I almost fall over before snatching it up off the ground. I bring it to my ear with a shaking hand.
"Hello?"
Silence. The hiss of static, then: "You have five minutes."
Dial tone.
s**t.
I look at the number on the phone again, and instantly it burns itself in my memory. Then I think back, way back in time as to where that one phonebooth will be that will save Brian.
And then I run.
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