Late night Phone call

Who doesn’t love getting a phone call, it's your friend, family or relative reaching out to you just to hear your voice, does it not sound great? Well not really, in the modern-day a phone call could be seen as limited and not useful, to some, it even meant to be a lack of effort where someone could just come and meet you. But to Alastair, the phone call wasn’t something of joy or connection but of fear, why? We’ll get to that eventually, but first.

Who is Alastair? A young 36-year-old man with almost nothing to lose. He lived a simple life of minimum wage home food and one-bedroom apartments, never asking or even expecting more. In some ways that offended people to the fact as to how a person can be so satisfied with oneself without having worked the hardest. But that didn’t matter to him he lived in the city of his dreams, London. Living there in that environment was what mattered to him and what made him happy.

It was the July of 2007, he had finally collected enough money to buy a house phone and to his amusement, they were on a sale at the time. He bought the phone and placed it at the table in the middle of his house. Never using it or connecting it to power, only keeping it there for him to look at. These weird habits and behaviours faltered the image other people had of him, he did not have many friends, to begin with, and then his behaviour drew them further away.

Alastair did not care much for friends though he was happy on his own until one night the phone rang. Alastair’s hair all stood up; he felt his blood flowing faster than ever before. The phone is not connected to anything how did it ring? There is no electricity in it, no connection to it. How in the entire world could it ring? Alastair let it be he forgot about it. Probably he was hearing things he thought. The next night at the same time as the clock stroked 22:22, the phone rang, again.

This time Alastair had had enough, he went and picked up the phone. No voice was there only a sound of creaking, “eeeh, iieeeeeh, iaaaahe” so high pitched that it hurt his ear. What did it mean, what sense did it make? none to Alastair but those noises were implanted into his head forever. Every day the phone would ring and every day then he would hear those noises. For years Alastair heard the same noises over the phone at night. What he did not realise was what it did to him. The noises were not just noises they were special frequencies.

These frequencies released hormones in his brain which made him angry until one night where he could not hold them back anymore. For the first time in his life, he was rageful, full of energy and ready to kill. It was as if there was a different person inside of him, that had now taken control. This person wanted to kill everyone that hurt Alastair. The feelings that Alastair never realised he had begun to grow and come out of him.

The next time the phone rang, and Alastair picked up, the sound played again. This time Alastair went straight to his kitchen took out a knife. Without knowing he walked outside his house and into his neighbours. In his head a continuous loop was playing of the times his neighbour would push him around and make fun of him. He was sleeping in his bedroom, Alastair walked towards him woke him up and stabbed him right in the forehead, splitting his skull apart. Then he stabbed his chest and then he threw the knife into the sewage outside his apartment. Then Alastair went back to sleep in his house.

The next day his phone rang again, he picked up again and the sound played again. He went to his bedroom, took out his old cricket bat, walked to his workplace and beat his manager to death hitting his head from the back and when he fell then he continued to hit him, breaking his bones, and wrecking him to death. Blood all over his office. He then threw the cricket bag into the nearby ground.

This continued every day for a few months, driving London’s finest crazy. Eventually, they caught on. Alastair was connected to every murder in the past 2 months. When they questioned him he told them what he knew, he did the murders, and those people were killed because of a phone call and a noise. So, the police set up a test and would let the man Alastair go. Knowing that the phone would ring, it didn’t. Yet Alastair killed the police officer that questioned feeling disrespected. What they realised was the phone call was never real.

Alastair wanted to kill all those people; his mind created a false event that spurred them to reduce his guilt. Alastair was then sent to a mental hospital, a special facility for him to be treated. The courts ruled him unstable, and in requirement of urgent help. Eventually, he died at the age of 47, still at the facility, where he killed two of the doctors that treated him. Strangling them with his bare hands. He said he found them too “Annoying”. Once A happy young man, died trapped by his own anger.