His friend Rick didn't pick up the phone his first time he called. He probably is still asleep, or reading the latest creepypasta. He was getting concerned, but dismissed it. He went downstairs to eat and wait for a call back, and screamed in fright. The downstairs had become a forest, and the man was there, where the door should be. A tentacle reached for him, seemingly made of liquid shadow. He cringed, closed his eyes, and braced himself. But nothing came. He looked away, waiting for what felt like an eternity, and nothing happened. He looked back. His house was back to how it was before. The static that screamed in his ears stopped abruptly.
-At Rick's-
Rick was scrolling through the stories on a dark creepypasta site. The one he had been reading was a particularly chilling one about the Slenderman chasing and haunting a teen named Joey. He hadn't heard his phone go off, and cursed himself when he found the two missed calls. He decided then to respond then, and unlocked his phone to call Joey back.
-Back at Joey's-
His phone went off, and Joey nearly leapt from his skin. On the third tone, he decided to answer. It was Rick.
"Hey Joey, sorry i missed you."
"I know, you were reading a good story, it's all right." Joey said with a hint of wistfulness.
"So, what do you need help with?" Rick asked.
"Come over, and i'll explain everything."
"OK?" Rick said hesitantly.
"I'm making breakfast." Joey said a hint of sing-song in his voice. The call disconnected. He laughed to himself, knowing he had him. He looked back at his phone, worried he might get Rick involved. If he believed him at all was a totally different matter. He set to cooking, and before he knew it, Rick was knocking at his door.