I scooted back from the phone for a second as my mind clicked, I was that girl. I was going to be the killer’s next victim. I managed to stand up on jelly legs for a split second before I took one step and crashed to the floor. My hand reached out and picked up the cell phone, arguing with myself whether or not to pick up the ringing technology. I mean, it didn’t have to be a serial killer, right?

            It could be one of my friends or some really nice guy. God knows all the good guys are taken. After a couple times hanging out who knows what might happen. He would be a totally sweet…faker who only gets kicks out of messing around and pulling pranks. He could be one of those guys who are the total heartbreakers.

            On the other hand it could even be a girl; it doesn’t just have to be a guy. Some girl that was worried about her cell phone and that has been trying to call for sometime, wanting her expensive cell phone back. It could be a friend of one of my friends. Yeah, that could be it! That had to be it.

            I glanced at the screen and nearly dropped the phone as I realized the ringing had stopped and an unsettling feeling settled in my stomach. Panic crashed through me like a tidal wave and I looked about, my hair whipping around my face as I struggled to look at all the crooks that a killer could be hiding at the same time. After just a few minutes I raised a hand to my head, dizzy and with a killer headache. That wasn’t exactly the smartest move.

            “Oh no!” I gasped and picked up the phone just, picking it up for the sake of answering as the phone rang again. As I held the cell phone up to my ear I held my breath waiting for the raspy sound of the killer whispering into the receiver on the other end. I squeezed my eyes shut, please oh please let that not be the case!

            “Ahh! Honey, you answered this time!”

            Shock, “Mom,” I asked.

            “Yes, silly who did you think it was? Some of your crazy thought up fantasies?”

            I rubbed the back of my head with a small giggle, “Oops.”

            She sighed on the other end but said, “Happy birthday Emma.”