Phone calls

I cringed as the phone rang, the headache raging through my skull just wouldnt let go, and i made my way to it. As i closed the gap between me and the phone, a mere 10 feet, i felt a sence of unease befall me. I took it as my allergies getting the best of me. When i picked up the phone, all was silent. Until a sudden, ear shattering laugh filled the room. I screamed in utter surprise, then my shock turned to anger as i realised it was just some kids pranking me. Little bastards thought it was fun to call people at 12:00 AM just to agitate them. Then i remember that, i too did the same as a child. I went to the living room to watch tv, 2 hrs into the movie (some silly comedy about a cook turned gangster) the phone rang. It rang, and i paused the movie. I sit there on the couch, listening to that phone break the silence, like how a hill breaks the wind. It seemed to ring forever, filling my house. Then it switched to voice mail, and all i heard was a soft chuckle. It seemed to be everywere, then ut abruptly stopped. I began to feel uncomfortable, unease rushed through me. My adreneline pumping, i debated calling the cops. I decided it was just some kids idea of a joke. I went up stairs to check on charlie, my 5 year old daughter. As i went up the stairs, i heard a knock on the door. A slow knocking, menacing. I quickly filed this off as just paranoia. I went to it, and when i opened the door, nothing. Empty, my porch, and yard were empty. I then felt this tap on my side, i screamed. It was just charlie, asking me what was the matter. I told her nothing was the matter, that daddy was just tired and needed to sleep. I marched her off to her room, and when i put her in her bed, she told me to check the closet for monsters. I told her that monsters were just figmants of our imagination, but i checked any way. Wanting to assure her that her daddy could always protect her, even from make believe monsters. I went to the closet, dimly aware of the phone ringing, and i turn on its light. There i see a picture of charlies mom, my beloved wife sarah, who we lost to cancer. Though to the right, i see some box. I open it and i see that it is full of pictures of dead children, of all ages. Im horrified, and on top of the pictures is a single slip of paper. It reads "you forgot to check under the bed". The flash from a camera catches my attention, i turn around to ask charlie why she was playing with a camera. I turn, and scream, i start screaming. Mortified at the scene before me. I then hear the phone turn to voice mail, and my cries are muted by the laughter. Filling the house.