Cell Phobia

A/N: This isn't for Rippling Pool, but some guy is calling me and freaking me out (I suspect Jessica, Sam, or Austin) and I got this great idea!

It finally got to the point when her phone rang she started not answering. It said 'Restricted' on the phone, and she put it down and walked into another room. If she answered it, she knew what would be there: 

Silence. Snickering. Garbled words. Phone beeps. 

She could out-smart him(or her), she could show him(or her) that she was not afraid. But she was. Long ago, the hysterical laughs that she got when the phone rang wore out, and now she trembled for a good five minutes after ignoring her call. 

Despite this, the phone was on her desk next to her as she typed up her book report. She jumped and skipped a few keys when it vibrated, the blue screen on it's outside lighting up. Sweat ran down her back immediately, and with wide eyes she picked it up, nearly dropping it as it vibrated. Restricted caller.

She really DID drop it this time, throwing it down, running out of the room barely able to keep from crying. She ran and hid in her bathroom, hearing her cellphone start ringing again behind the closed door. It vibrated, clattering on the floor, then went still. 

She didn't break it, but in return she herself might break, because every few minutes, when she had started to relax, it went off again, scaring the hell out of her. She ended up sitting in front of the door, pushing her arms against it reflexively while trying to ignore the caller.

When her mother got home that evening, she found her daughter still pushed against the door, her cellphone in her lap. Not breathing, not moving, just with a scared expression on her face. 

"H-honey? Clarissa?" Her mom poked her, and her unfortunate daughter fell apart, as though cut to ribbons. 

Her cellphone rang once, then went still.