The Man on the Telephone Pole

*BrrrrrING* *BrrrrrING*

 

The unnerving cry of the telephone stirred me from slumber. I must have been having a bad dream too, I was cold and damp with sweat, and a slight feeling of panic still resonated within my spine. I turned to the bedside table to my left, and reached for the receiver, basked in the unnatural twilight illuminating my room from the window. Upon placing it to my ear, I questioned with a groggy tone, “Yes, hello?” With no response, I rolled over in my bed back towards the bedside table to put the phone to rest. However, I sensed movement outside my window when I set the receiver down. Something out on the telephone pole. A rustling, black figure sitting atop the transformer.

 

*BrrrrrING* *BrrrrrING*

 

I picked up the phone, still unaware of what exactly was going on. “Hello?” Still staring at the dark figure on the telephone pole, I answered again, “Hello!?” Whatever it was out there, it stood up. The peculiar moonlight began to glisten off its teeth as it slowly retracted its lips. I hung up the phone and the glisten disappeared. The strange figure sat back down.

 

*BrrrrrING* *BrrrrrING*

 

I stare back at the seated menace out there on the telephone pole for a few moments and pick up the phone. “What! Hello? Who is this!?” The black thing stood back up and reproduced its sick grin. The static in the receiver began to get louder, more severe. I had to hold the phone a few inches further away from my ear due to the intense screeching of the white noise. I got up out of my bed and slowly walked toward my window, my eyes still pinpointed on the standing figures’ twisted smirk. The static picked up immensely. The phone began to tremble and I flinched and tossed the receiver onto the bed. I turned back around to the window, but the blackened form wasn’t on the telephone pole. It was gone. I turned back to face the static, still screaming out of my telephone receiver, when I dropped to my knees in sheer horror. The black creature was standing on my bed, baring its freakish teeth. I crawled and scurried back towards the window. It dropped down from my bed, and began to shamble towards me, the static meanwhile still piercing my eardrums. I closed my eyes and braced for a quick demise as the thing inched closer and closer. The white noise stopped. With a slight relief I re-opened by eyes but the black form was still there, crouched before me, quivering. My eyes locked on its terrifying smile, it whispered, “Would you be interested in upgrading your long distance service?”

The End

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