Eerie Calls from a Long-Dead Relative

It started with a single missed call.

The number was familiar, but impossible—it belonged to his grandmother, who had passed away five years ago.

Thinking it was a mistake, he ignored it.

But then, the calls kept coming.

Late at night, always from the same number.

When he finally answered, a frail voice whispered his name.

His blood ran cold.

It was her voice.

But how?

And why now?

He tried to rationalize it.

Maybe someone had spoofed her number.

But when he spoke, the voice on the other end responded with childhood memories only she would know.

The way she used to tuck him in, the lullaby she sang.

His hands trembled as he listened.

'You have to listen to me,' she whispered.

'You're in danger.' The line crackled, then went dead.

His heart pounded.

What danger?

And how could she possibly know?

The next night, the call came again.

This time, she sounded urgent.

'You have to leave the house,' she pleaded.

'He's coming.' His stomach twisted.

'Who?' he asked, but the line filled with static.

Then, a faint knock echoed from his front door.

He froze.

No one should be there at this hour.

Slowly, he crept toward the peephole.

Outside, a figure stood in the darkness, unmoving.

His breath hitched.

Was this what she meant?

He backed away from the door, heart hammering.

The phone rang again.

'Don't let him in,' she warned.

The knocking grew louder.

He grabbed a kitchen knife, his pulse racing.

'Who is he?' he whispered.

Silence.

Then, a distorted voice—not his grandmother’s—hissed through the phone: 'Too late.' The lights flickered.

The door handle turned.

He bolted for the back door, but it wouldn’t budge.

He was trapped.

And whatever was outside… was coming in.

The door burst open.

A gust of freezing air swept through the house.

He turned, expecting to see a man—but there was nothing.

Just darkness.

The phone slipped from his hand.

The screen flickered.

One final message appeared: 'RUN.' Then, the power cut out.

A whisper brushed against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

He didn’t wait.

He ran into the night, never looking back.

The calls stopped.

But the nightmares never did.