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Chapter 1: The Call. Main character – Jack.
Ringgg ringgg ringgg. I awoke on the third ring and reach for the alarm clock that shows the time of 3:12am. Who in the hell is calling at this hour!? Mom and me are the only ones home at the moment. Annie was spending the night with Jennifer like she does every other weekend, where were not on the road that is. Getting out of the bed I walk towards the phone still half asleep, I pick it up on the 7th ring.
"Hello?"
"Hi Jack." The voice sounds familiar but I'm not in the mood to play guessing games.
"May I help you?" Might as well get right to the point.
"I don't need help your mother does." Suddenly I am completely awake.
"Who is this?"
"Jack your mother needs your help I can't say for what but she does."
"Who is this!? How do you know my name or my mother!?" Well it is listed in the phone book, but still.
"Don't worry about that Sport, just do as I asked please." Then the dial tone was heard. What in the hell was that!? Some kind of a prank?
"Geez this world is full of lunatics." I mutter to myself while walking back to my bedroom. I lay back in my bed and close my eyes excepting to fall right back into dreamland, but I can't. That voice sounded so familiar where had I heard it before? I went down the list of everyone I knew and no one matched that voice. Just forget about it Jack and go to sleep! I knew that would be impossible but I decided to give it one more try. Well at least this time when I closed my eyes they didn't fly open, but I surely wasn't sleeping.
"Oh my God!" Moments later I scream while jumping up from the bed. No there must be some mistake, it can't be! Maybe someone slipped something in my drink earlier today. Perhaps I hit my head hurter than I thought last night. I tried to think of any possible explanation, but I couldn't. The voice on the phone had been my dad's. That's impossible! Since when does the dead make phone calls? Maybe I'll ask mom about getting me a doctor appointment the sooner this silliness ends the better. Then I remember what my "dad" told me. My mom needs my help. But with what!? She's going great, her new cd is selling extremely well, the tour is jammed full with dates, everything is just great. I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong so I leave my bedroom again and head towards her room. The clock now showing the time of 3:27, she's going to kill me if I wake her up because of this madness.
Light is flickering through from under her room; she must of left the TV on again. Like myself sometimes my mom has trouble falling asleep so the TV is turned on to help while we wait for sleep. Besides the occasional insomnia my mom is perfectly, 100 % fine. I turn away from the door deciding not to disturb her. What's the point? Walking back towards my bedroom the phone begins to ring again.
"Yes?" My voice is shaky and unsure of it's self.
"Jack help your mother!" My "dad" or whoever unlike the first call was now upset and screaming the words so loud I pull the receiver away from my face.
"I don't understand this." I mutter at first unsure if I spoke outloud or if I just thought it.
"There will be plenty to make sense of everything later, I hope. Just go to your mother." Without a goodbye again he hangs up the phone.
