The last phone call

The Last Phone Call (The Cursed Phone Story)
1:58 AM.
The entire house is silent.
There’s no wind outside… yet the curtains by the window are gently moving.
Rahat couldn’t sleep.
He was lying in bed, scrolling through his phone.
Suddenly—
📞 Caller ID: “Mom”
He picks up the phone, slightly annoyed.
“Why is she calling this late…?”
But instantly, something hits him—
👉 His mother is asleep in the next room.
Then… who is this?
He answers the call—
📞 “Hello?”
Silence on the other side for a few seconds.
Then… a cold voice—
“Rahat… don’t open the door…”
Rahat frowns—
“Mom? You’re in the next room!”
📞 “I’m not in the room… I’m on the phone… whatever happens… don’t open the door…”
The line cuts.
Rahat stands up.
His chest feels tight.
Right then—
🚪 Knock… knock… knock…
Someone is knocking on the door.
His body trembles.
“Rahat… open the door… it’s me… your mom…”
It’s exactly his mother’s voice.
Rahat slowly walks toward the door…
But suddenly remembers the phone call.
He runs to his mother’s room and pushes the door open—
😨 The room is empty.
The bed is messy…
But she’s not there.
His heart starts pounding.
Again—
📱 The phone rings.
👉 “Mom”
With shaking hands, he answers—
📞 “I’m downstairs… in the storeroom… let me out… it has become like me…”
Rahat’s throat dries—
“What do you mean?!”
📞 “It uses our phones… whoever answers… it enters them…”
At that exact moment—
🚪 A loud bang on the main door—
“OPEN!! I’m your mother!!”
Rahat trembles in fear.
Slowly, he walks toward the downstairs storeroom.
The whole house feels unnaturally cold.
From inside the storeroom, a faint voice—
“Son… hurry…”
He opens the door.
Inside—his mother.
Fear on her face… tears in her eyes.
“It’s upstairs…” she whispers.
Just then—
👣 Someone starts coming down the stairs…
Slow… heavy footsteps…
Rahat and his mother freeze.
In the darkness of the stairs… a shadow.
And then—
😱 Its face appears…
The same face…
His mother’s face…
But the eyes are empty…
And its mouth is stretched into a horrifying smile.
Suddenly, it stops…
And says—
“You made a mistake…”
Rahat grabs his mother’s hand, shaking.
His mother suddenly screams—
“DON’T LOOK INTO ITS EYES!!”
But it’s too late.
For just one second—Rahat looks.
His head spins…
Everything starts blurring…
📱 The phone slips from his hand…
The screen glows—
👉 “Connected…”
⚡ A few minutes later…
The house is silent.
Only Rahat’s phone lies on the floor.
Near the stairs—
Blood stains…
And—
His father lies on the ground…
😨 A deep wound across his throat…
Eyes wide open…
As if he died from terror… or something he saw.
🌅 The next day…
The police arrive.
The report says—
The father died from an unknown attack.
Mother and Rahat are missing.
But the strangest part—
📱 The phone is still on.
A police officer, out of curiosity, picks it up.
The screen still shows an ongoing call—
👉 “Mom”
He hangs up.
Then—
📞 Another call comes in…
👉 “Dad”
The officer smirks—
“These are just nonsense…”
He answers—
📞 “Hello?”
From the other side… slowly… a voice—
“It’s your turn…”
His face instantly changes.
He screams—
“No… no… NO…!”
The phone drops to the floor.
🚨 10 minutes later—
Another officer arrives and sees—
👉 The first officer lying dead on the floor…
Eyes empty…
And on the wall, written in blood—
👉 “Don’t answer the phone…”
🔥 The Final Truth (The Most Terrifying Part):
The phone is still on…
And—
📞 It makes calls on its own…
👉 It calls you by name…
👉 If you answer…
⚠️ It enters you…