They say the phone will only ring once, on the night of the full moon, just as twilight emerges. And only if you’re alone.

Silence blankets the rocky hills as I approach the phone booth. Eyes watch me from the distance. Their glare pierces through the layers of fabric, disapproval chilling me to the bone.

Pulling the creaky door open, I step into the booth, hoping desperately for this to be legit. I need it to be.

My boss laughed when I submitted the column proposal earlier this week. “Seasoned investigators don’t chase ghost stories. They don’t publish garbage.”

But I know there is truth in this story, and a connection to the two missing persons cases. I just have to prove it.

I connect my recorder to the phone just as it rings. “Hello?”

Static crackles on the other end of the line. My fingers twist the pendant resting against my chest. “Someone there?”

Several voices come forward, unintelligible over the choppy connection. I take a deep breath. “J-Jack?” I want him to be there. Desperately.

A gentle voice forces its way to the front. “Button?”

I fall to my knees in the presence of that name, gripping the receiver tight. My heart thumps as I try to form words. But I’m speechless. Overwhelmed. Afraid.

“You… can’t… be here,” he says. The static fades in and out.

“How’s this p-possible?” My fingers twist the necklace too hard and the chain breaks in my hand.

A deep growl pierces through the chattering voices, silencing them. “Go,” Jack’s voice snaps.

“No, please. How is this working?”

“It’s not safe, he’ll make…pay.” Static floods the line.

“Who? What about the others who came—”

“...too late for them,” he interrupts. “He’s coming. I love you.”

A high-pitched scream cuts through the line and it goes dead.

The windows of the phone booth rattle. A screech pulls my attention to the door.

Blood-red eyes stare into me, claws rip the door from the hinges. I search for something to grab onto, anything, but find nothing.

The creature steps forward, its flesh black and oily in the moonlight. “You must pay the toll.”

“For what?” I ask.

Saliva drips from its mouth. “You crossed the threshold of the living and dead. The price must be paid.”

“I didn’t even see him. Or have a real conversation. I won’t pay.”

The creature growls. Flames ignite from its hands. My insides shrivel up like dead worms on the sidewalk, just as everything goes black.

Jack’s deep brown eyes greet me as I awake.

“You’re here…” I sit up.

“Oh honey, what’ve you done?”

The world around me is now grey, cold, and lifeless. But despite everything, I can’t help feeling like this is where I belong.

Jack wraps his arms around me, then leans his head against mine. Just as he used to.

“I’ve missed this so much.”

“Me too, Button. Me too.”

The faint ringing of the phone echoes in the distance. Another story waiting to be told.

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Good words!

Yes, that is the battle, isnt it? you aren't alone tho, we all go through it

Just want to stop in real quick and say thanks so much for writing for the prompt! I can't get to reading it at this moment, but I will read a bit later tonight!