The Cell Phone
Cleaning his apartment, Shaun found a cell phone that wasn't his...
A little nervous about tonight's dinner party, Shaun decided to tidy his two bedroom apartment above the busy streets of Manhattan. Four of his closest friends are coming over and they're bringing Meredith, his blind date.
As he walked over to the couch to fluff up his pillows, he noticed something between the cushions, reaching down thinking it was the remote, it started ringing. Startled, he stepped back for a brief second then reached back down and picked it up. Mesmerized by the ringing cell phone, he starred at the sparkly bluish color phone; he noticed the grayish white LG letters stamped right below the screen. Baffled, he wondered whose phone this was, he hadn't had anyone over in almost a month, so he certainly would have noticed it, so how or who put it there and when?
As the phone rang, the screen read, 'unknown caller.' "Of course it is" he said then hit the green 'send' button, "Hello...!"
"Someone coming over tonight will try to kill you before the night is through," the deep voice on the other end of the phone said, "Good luck!"
"Who is this? C'mon Mark... is this you?" Shaun asked, but heard nothing. The person on the other end already hung up. Placing the cell onto the coffee table, he stood there and stared at it blankly.
Standing there in the middle of his apartment with the oddest look on his face; he studied every nook and cranny of the room wondering if he was being watched. Nervously he walked slowly towards the window and warily drew the blinds, and then reached over and closed the curtains. His apartment was on the fifth floor, but he still felt a bit uneasy with the blinds being wide open.
The Mysterious cell phone on the coffee table started ringing again, this time he was hesitant on answering it, he walked over to the table and studied the blue phone as it rang. "Don't be such a puss and answer the damn phone." He said to himself, reaching down he picked it up and hit the 'send' button once again.
"Who is this?" he demanded
"Shutting your blinds Shaun won't keep you from dying tonight," the deep voice said "You're still having them over for dinner tonight, don't forget!"
"What are you talking about? Who's trying to kill me?"
"That's for me to know and for you to find out!" laughing "Good luck Shaunny boy."
"Wait, wait don't hang up?" Pausing for a second, "Hello, Hello...! There was no answer on the other end, nothing but dead air. Looking over to the window, he dashed over there, pushed the blinds aside and starred out the window searching for any sign of optimism.
Neither car nor person was insight, scratching his head he walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water, but then decided to grab a Blue Light instead. Taking a swig he walked back over to the couch and sat down trying to come up with a valid reason why anyone would want him dead and what he was going to do about it...
A few hours later, Shaun finished with the cleaning and dinner. As he put the last spoon on the table he opened up the bottle of Merlot and poured a glass for himself, then dumped various chemicals back into the bottle and re-corked it. Then the cell rang again, this time Shaun didn't hesitate to pick it up, "What!"
"Let the games begin!" the deep voice said. Shaun smiled, then tossed the phone on the couch, as he did so the doorbell rang; One by one they walked through the front door.
Shaun poured everyone in the room a glass of wine and toasted to a long-lasting friendship, and then one by one Shaun's friends collapsed to the floor, even Meredith his blind date. Hearing a faint but subtle knock coming from the front door, he slowly walked over to it and peered into the peep hole, when he saw who was on the other side, he was ecstatic. Flinging the door open he stepped into the hallway and gave his brother a hug, "What are you doing here?" Shaun asked.
"I came to play the murder mystery game, remember? He said "I've been calling you all afternoon."
"That was you?"
"Yep!"
Shaun turned and starred at the bodies on the floor, "Oh - my - God!"
"Can I have my cell back?" Mark asked.
As he walked over to the couch to fluff up his pillows, he noticed something between the cushions, reaching down thinking it was the remote, it started ringing. Startled, he stepped back for a brief second then reached back down and picked it up. Mesmerized by the ringing cell phone, he starred at the sparkly bluish color phone; he noticed the grayish white LG letters stamped right below the screen. Baffled, he wondered whose phone this was, he hadn't had anyone over in almost a month, so he certainly would have noticed it, so how or who put it there and when?
As the phone rang, the screen read, 'unknown caller.' "Of course it is" he said then hit the green 'send' button, "Hello...!"
"Someone coming over tonight will try to kill you before the night is through," the deep voice on the other end of the phone said, "Good luck!"
"Who is this? C'mon Mark... is this you?" Shaun asked, but heard nothing. The person on the other end already hung up. Placing the cell onto the coffee table, he stood there and stared at it blankly.
Standing there in the middle of his apartment with the oddest look on his face; he studied every nook and cranny of the room wondering if he was being watched. Nervously he walked slowly towards the window and warily drew the blinds, and then reached over and closed the curtains. His apartment was on the fifth floor, but he still felt a bit uneasy with the blinds being wide open.
The Mysterious cell phone on the coffee table started ringing again, this time he was hesitant on answering it, he walked over to the table and studied the blue phone as it rang. "Don't be such a puss and answer the damn phone." He said to himself, reaching down he picked it up and hit the 'send' button once again.
"Who is this?" he demanded
"Shutting your blinds Shaun won't keep you from dying tonight," the deep voice said "You're still having them over for dinner tonight, don't forget!"
"What are you talking about? Who's trying to kill me?"
"That's for me to know and for you to find out!" laughing "Good luck Shaunny boy."
"Wait, wait don't hang up?" Pausing for a second, "Hello, Hello...! There was no answer on the other end, nothing but dead air. Looking over to the window, he dashed over there, pushed the blinds aside and starred out the window searching for any sign of optimism.
Neither car nor person was insight, scratching his head he walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water, but then decided to grab a Blue Light instead. Taking a swig he walked back over to the couch and sat down trying to come up with a valid reason why anyone would want him dead and what he was going to do about it...
A few hours later, Shaun finished with the cleaning and dinner. As he put the last spoon on the table he opened up the bottle of Merlot and poured a glass for himself, then dumped various chemicals back into the bottle and re-corked it. Then the cell rang again, this time Shaun didn't hesitate to pick it up, "What!"
"Let the games begin!" the deep voice said. Shaun smiled, then tossed the phone on the couch, as he did so the doorbell rang; One by one they walked through the front door.
Shaun poured everyone in the room a glass of wine and toasted to a long-lasting friendship, and then one by one Shaun's friends collapsed to the floor, even Meredith his blind date. Hearing a faint but subtle knock coming from the front door, he slowly walked over to it and peered into the peep hole, when he saw who was on the other side, he was ecstatic. Flinging the door open he stepped into the hallway and gave his brother a hug, "What are you doing here?" Shaun asked.
"I came to play the murder mystery game, remember? He said "I've been calling you all afternoon."
"That was you?"
"Yep!"
Shaun turned and starred at the bodies on the floor, "Oh - my - God!"
"Can I have my cell back?" Mark asked.
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