A Terrifying Voicemail

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It started with a voicemail. Not a text. Not a missed call. A voicemail. At 2:13 AM. The weird part was… my phone never rang. I woke up because my speaker crackled by itself. You know that static sound old radios make before somebody talks? That’s what dragged me outta sleep. My room was pitch black except for my TV glowin blue from the pause screen. Then my phone lit up. 1 New Voicemail No number. Just “Unknown Caller.” Now normally I woulda ignored it, but the voicemail timestamp said it was left three minutes in the future. 2:16 AM. But my clock still said 2:13. I remember staring at it thinking maybe my phone bugged out or something. So I pressed play. At first it was just heavy breathing. Not normal breathing either. Wet. Like somebody had been running for miles. Then I heard footsteps. Crunching leaves. And then… my own voice. Whispering. “Don’t turn around.” My stomach dropped instantly. I paused it. Replayed it. Same thing. My voice again: “If you hear knocking… don’t answer the bedroom door.” Right after that, there were three knocks. Not on the voicemail. On my actual bedroom door. Slow. Deliberate. …Boom. …Boom. …Boom. I froze. Everybody in my house was asleep. My mom worked mornings, my little cousin was staying over, and nobody plays around like that at two in the morning. Then the voicemail kept playing on speaker by itself. I swear I didn’t touch the phone. Now my voice sounded panicked. “He’s downstairs. Don’t let him see you.” Immediately after that… I heard footsteps downstairs. Heavy footsteps. Like boots. Dragging slowly across the floor. I sat there trying to convince myself somebody broke in. Because honestly? That felt LESS scary than what my brain was starting to think. Then came the worst part. The voicemail changed. No more footsteps. No more breathing. Just silence. And then a voice whispered: “He can hear your heartbeat.” My closet door creaked open. By itself. Just a little. Enough for darkness to spill out. I grabbed the nearest thing next to me — a metal lamp — and backed against the wall. My heart was beating so hard I could literally hear it in my ears. Then my TV turned on. Static. Bright white static filled the room. And in the reflection of the screen… I saw somebody standing behind me. Tall. Too tall. Their head almost touching the ceiling. I spun around swinging the lamp— Nothing there. But when I looked back at the TV… The figure was closer. Smiling. No eyes. Just teeth. Then my phone started speaking again. Except now it wasn’t my voice. It sounded like my cousin. Crying. “Please open the door…” But she was supposed to be asleep down the hall. Then scratching started underneath my bed. Slow scratching. Like fingernails digging into wood. I could hear breathing under there too. I jumped onto my mattress trying not to look down. And that’s when something grabbed my ankle. I screamed and kicked so hard I fell backwards