Hello It's Me

Prompt:You receive a phone call from The Other Side. It can be a dead relative or friend, or just some bizarre creepiness that defies all explanation.

Hello It's Me

Word Count: 500


“Hello”

“Hello Jillian…crackle, crackle…You’re going to pay Jillian.”

“Pay for what? What company are you calling from sir?”

“You weren’t interested in me or my company Jillian. Remember?”

“What? Who is this?”

“You didn’t want to know me five years ago did you Jillian? No you wouldn’t even give me a chance.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Me, me, me! That’s always how it is with you, isn’t it? No concern for anyone else. Only what you want and what you need. Maintaining a good public image is so all important to you. Isn’t that how it is, Jillian?”

“No, I was attacked by that psycho. I defended myself, that’s all! What would the press have wanted me to do, let him rape me again and maybe this time kill me? What is wrong with you people? Anything to sell your rag magazines is that it?”

“Jillian, you know who this is. I’m not with the press, not anymore thanks to you. Why must you always pretend? It’s me Corbin, the man you murdered in cold blood?”

“Stop it! Stop it right now, you sick bastard! I didn’t murder anyone! You weren’t there.”

“Oh, I was there alright. I wrote that article out of anger but, you got me fired with your lies. Still, I came to make peace with you.”

“Please! I can’t take this anymore.”

“I walked up to you as you were coming out of the gym. You were digging in your purse for your keys. Only, it wasn’t keys you pulled out of your over- priced hand bag was it? I said, ‘Jillian, I need to tell you something…I’m so sorry…’ and then my eyes fell upon what you had in your hand. BANG!”

“No!”

“I might be alive today had you stopped shooting me. I fell on the first hit and then you walked up to look in my eyes as you emptied that gun into me. You ripped your clothes, messed up your designer hair cut and scrapped your knees on the pavement before the police arrived. You told them that I attacked you. You lied again Jillian! It never happened the first time. You changed your mind, after the fact. After you realized that I was a writer for the Tattler and decided to call rape. You ruined my life and my career in one graceful swoop. Bravo!”

“That’s it! I have caller ID and I am calling the police right now.”

“Twenty third precinct, this is Officer O’Donnell!”

“Yes, this is…”

“Hello, Miss. Michaels! What can we do for you tonight?”

“I just got another one of those calls and it is from that same number.”

“Well, like I told you before. That cell phone number belonged to Corbin Burns when he was alive. The number is still currently inactive. Relax, Miss Michaels, Corbin Burns has been dead for five years. There is no way he can possibly hurt you anymore.”

“Hello?”

“Jillian, crackle crackle…did you tell them the truth?”