The Warning Within
The phone rings once at half past two, "Hello? Who’s this?" I ask—yet no reply comes through. A whisper, the faint sound of a ghostly breath, So eerie its echo, it fills me with dread. I sigh, irritated, and ask once more, Yet ghostly echoes shake me to the core. At last, a voice emerges, soft and clear, Uttering "Stay" as darkness draws near. I meant to treat it all as a joke, Yet yesterday’s events made me choke. Strange occurrences, subtle yet severe, Etched that single word deep and clear. Night after night, the call came through, Always arriving at half past two. Each time it spoke a word so terse, Stealing my breath with its haunting curse. By now, I’d pieced together a coherent phrase, Yet its grim warning set my mind ablaze. "Stay away from those you hold so dear," For they'll snatch your joy an...