You're asleep. You have the same dream you've been having every night for weeks now: You're in a dark hallway made of nothing but concrete. You can only go forward or backwards, but do to the darkness you can't see but a few feet infront of you, creating the look that the hall goes on and on forever in both ways. Not knowing where you are or what to do, you begin to walk forward, as always. You walk for what feels like hours, a strange noise beginning to sound from a far distance ahead of you. Unsure of what it is and curious to find out, you continue forward at a faster pace, the sound growing closer and closer with each step. Soon you realize it's a male voice emiting a strange, miniacle laughter, something you've never quite heard anything like before. Although somewhat hesitant of the noise, your curiousity gets the better of you and you continue ahead. After what feels like another hour of walking, the noise getting even closer the further you go, you stop infront of a concrete wall, the laughing sounding as though it is right infront of you. It seems you've reached a dead end, the laughter coming to an abrupt stop as soon as you come to a halt. Confused, you put your hands to the wall, feeling nothing but a sharp, icey coldness that seems to touch not only your hands, but jolt through your entire body. You suddenly feel a strong anxiety and discontent, as if something horribly wrong is about to happen.
"I've been waiting for you.." You jump at the sudden whisper in your ear from behind. The voice seems somehow very familiar to you in your dream, but strangely enough, in the back of your mind you know you've never encountered such a voice in the waking world. An extremely strong fear runs through your body and you begin to shake as you slowly start to turn around. Many things begin to run through your mind at a million miles per second, but you cannot concentrate or truely make out any of them. As you turn to face the unknown person, it suddenly occurs to you that you are, infact, dreaming. However, although you know that this isn't real, the terrified uneasyness you feel continues to course through your every being. When you finally turn your head to face the person, you never actually see their face. You hear yourself gasp, and then everything suddenly goes black as you emit a blood-curtling scream.
You awake with a start and bolt upright in your bed, your breathing eratic and your body soaked with sweat. You brush a few sticky strands of hair from your forehead and try to calm yourself. After a few moments you realize it was the sound of your cell phone that had awoken you from such a horrible nightmare. You put your hand on your head and stare at it for a few moments, the familiar ring tone calming your nerves and slowly bringing your mind back to the normal world. As it rings, the light eminating from it creates a small pool on your nightstand. It's the only light in your room, infact, aside from the bright numbers on your alarm clock. 5:30 am. This is around the time you normally wake up from the dream, whether something actually wakes you up or you do it on your own accord. To this day you haven't ever seen the face of the strange, laughing man in your reoccuring dream. As you continue to stare at your phone, you think...
What will you do?
A) Let it ring. You still need to calm down from the shock, and if it's anyone truely important, they'll leave a message. {Go To Chapter 2}
B) Answer it. It must be important if they're calling at this time of day. {Go To Chapter 3}