Chris Carter - The Caller

One

Tanya Kaitlin shut off the water, stepped out of the shower and slowly dried herself before putting on her favorite black and white bathrobe. That done, she reached for the matching towel that hung from one of the small hooks behind her bathroom door and wrapped it around her beach-blonde hair, turban-style. Despite being only lukewarm, her shower had produced more than enough steam to completely mist up the large mirror on the wall just above the black granite counter basin. Tanya stepped up to it and used her hand to clear a circular patch on the mirror. Leaning forward, she carefully studied her reflection. It took her only a couple of seconds to notice it.

Oh, hell, no, she said, turning her face so she could better see her right profile and using both of her index fingers to stretch a patch of skin by her chin. No fucking way, Mr. Zit. I see you coming.

Tanya fought the urge to squeeze the small pimple. Instead, she opened the left drawer under the basin and began roaming through its contents like a woman on a mission. It was packed full of bottles, tubes and vials containing oils, creams, lotions, and whatever else new miracle skin treatment had been recently advertised in any of the many fashion magazines she bought religiously.

No, not you . . . not you . . . she murmured as she moved items around. Where the hell is it? I have it, I know I have it. The roaming became a little more frantic. Oh, here we go. She breathed out a sigh of relief.

From deep inside the drawer she retrieved a small white tube with a roll-on tip at the top. She had never used that particular product before, but an article shed read just days ago had rated it one of the best five acne-fighting potions on the market at the moment. Not that Tanya had a problem with acne. In fact, she had incredibly healthy skin for a twenty-three-year-old, but she sure as hell was a just in case girl. The amount of beauty products she had purchased over the past two years just in case was staggering.

Tanya unscrewed the cap, rechecked her reflection in the mirror, and gently used the roll-on tip on the small pimple that was threatening to break out on her chin.

Thats right, Mr. Zit, youre zapped, she said, looking triumphant. Now fuck off my chin. And you better do it before the weekend.

Tanya was just about to start her body and face moisturizing ritual, when she heard a sound coming from her bedroom, or at least she thought she did. She opened the bathroom door, readjusted her turban to uncover her right ear, stuck her head outside, and listened for a brief moment. The quirky melody she heard told her that she was getting a video-call request from one of her three closest friends.

Coming . . . coming, Tanya said, rushing out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. She found her smartphone vibrating on her bedside table. It was moving unevenly from side to side, as if it was dancing to the song itself. She snatched it up and checked the display screen incoming video-call from her best friend, Karen Ward. The time read 10:39 p.m.

Holding the phone in front of her face, Tanya accepted the call. She and Karen video-called a lot.

Hey, babe, she said as she sat down at the edge of her bed. I just had to zap a zit on my chin, can you believe it?

As the image materialized on her smartphone screen, Tanya frowned. Instead of seeing her best friends face in full like every previous video-call theyd made to each other in the past, all Tanya could see was a close-up of Karens deep-set blue eyes, nothing more. And they were full of tears.

Karen, is everything OK?

Karen didnt reply.

Babe, whats going on? This time, Tanyas voice was leaden with concern.

At last, and very slowly, the image began to zoom out, and as it did Tanya felt fear clothe her like an ill-fitting coat.

Karens fair hair seemed drenched in sweat. It stuck to her clammy forehead and the sides of her face like moist paper. Heavy tears had caused her eye makeup to smudge and run down her cheeks, creating a crazy pathway of dark lines.

Tanya brought her phone closer to her face. Karen, what the fuck is going on? Are you all right?

Again, no reply, but as the image continued to zoom out, Tanya finally realized why. A thick leather gag had been tied around Karens mouth so tight it had skewed her face out of shape and dug into the corners of her lips. Blood had already begun to trickle down her chin.

What the hell? Tanya breathed out the words in a wavering voice. Karen, is this a fucking joke?

Im afraid Karen isnt able to speak at the moment.

The voice Tanya heard through her tiny smartphone speakers had somehow been digitally altered. Its pitch had been turned down several notches, making it sound scarily deep. Too deep for a human voice. A time delay had also been added to it, causing it to drag inconsistently. The result was a voice that could easily fit the image of a demon in a Hollywood movie. Tanya couldnt really tell if the voice was male or female.

What . . .? She frowned at her screen again. She could see no one else. Who is this?

Who I am is not important, the demonic voice replied in a steady monotone. Whats important is that you listen carefully, Tanya, and that you do not hang up the phone. You cant see me, but I can see you. If you hang up, the consequences will be severe . . . for Karen . . . and yourself.

Tanya shook her head, as if trying to shake away a bad dream.

What?

Confusion turned into perplexity.

As the image zoomed out a little more on Tanyas screen, she was able to notice that a thick rope had been used to tie Karen up to a dining chair. Tanya narrowed her eyes at what she saw. She recognized the chair and the large poster on the wall just behind Karen. The images were being broadcasted from Karens own living room.

Tanya paused, considered the situation for a quick second then tilted her head to one side skeptically. This has to be a joke, she thought. And then it dawned on her.

Pete, are you back? Is that you with the fucking devils voice? Tanyas tone was now a little steadier. Are you guys fucking with me? She undid the towel from around her head, allowing her damp hair to drop down to her shoulders.

No reply.

Ha-ha-ha, you guys. Cmon Pete, Karen, quit it. This aint funny, you know? Its quite freaky, actually. I nearly peed myself.

Still no reply.

Cmon, you guys. Stop it or Ill hang up.

I wouldnt do that if I were you, the devilish voice finally answered, maintaining the same monotone as before. Im not sure who Pete is, but maybe I should find out. Who knows, he could be next on my list.

Still Tanya could see no one else on her screen other than Karen. Whoever the person with the demonic voice was, he or she was probably the one doing all the filming, though the phone had probably been placed on some sort of tripod, as the footage seemed rather steady for a handheld device.

This is nuts, she thought, keeping her gaze locked on to her best friends eyes.

On the screen, Karen sucked in a deep breath and the air seemed to have entered her nose in thick lumps, because her entire head shook with the effort. New tears welled up in her eyes before overflowing them and running down her cheeks, creating even more dark-tear pathways.

Tanya knew Karen well enough to know that those tears werent fake. Whatever it was that was happening, she now knew it was no prank.

Though Id love to chat some more, the fiendish voice continued. Time is of the essence here, Tanya. At least for your friend, Karen. So let me tell you how this is going to work.