PART 2: The Voice
The second I answered… I regretted it.
No sound.
No “hello.”
Just silence.
Then…
Breathing.
But not normal breathing.
It sounded… wrong.
Like something pretending to breathe.
I couldn’t even speak.
I just sat there… listening.
Then suddenly—
It stopped.
Dead silence.
And then…
A voice whispered:
"You shouldn’t have picked up."
I felt my stomach drop.
Because it was MY voice.
Exactly mine.
Same tone. Same everything.
I hung up instantly.
My hands were shak