I was still laying in my bed, i was so creeped out, not even...laughing jack couldn't top this!.
Buzz buzz.
eep! My phone!. I cautiously peered out my blanket and reached to my nightstand grabbing my phone.
Then as if by instinct, pulled the blankets over my head.
I opened my phone and see i had gotten a text message, i shrugged and opened the message.
Blocked number: hello.
I was curious, and i needed someone to talk to. Besides, it could be my Aunt.
Me: Hey, who is this?(:
I texted back, my phone immediately viberating.
What a fast texter.
Blocked number: no one important.
The person had texted back, i was kind of creeped out by the fact it had,.just said that.
Me: why is your number blocked?
How are you texting me?
I texted back.
My phone then, viberated almost immediatly.
Blocked number: Because, death doesn't need a number.
I got the chills as i read that, this is a joke. No kid still prank calls, duh!
Me: Very funny.
I simply texted , and then my phone viberated.
Blocked number: it's also funny how you are hiding under your blankets.
I froze, almost stuck in the position of gripping my phone. I mustered up the confidence to text back.
Me: reaper?
I sent it only to have a text that said;
This number has been disconnected, please try again later.
I was annoyed.
This little crap nugget..
I frowned ,and set my phone down.
Well i guess, there's no use in hiding.
If death is right outside of my window.