I stood in front of Pete's house. Their car was not in its usual spot on the drive way. A shiver made its way down my spine as I was trying to think of what might be going on. I knocked on the front door several times but there was no sound. Turning the knob I found that it was locked. I went around the back of their house and found the key under the pot plant where they keep the key for emergencies. I had no idea what I was doing, but I had to figure out why Pete rang me and then hung up.
The all familiar and welcoming front hall now seemed like a walk to an electric chair. I didn't know what I was expecting to find, but I needed to know who made that call. My phone buzzed in my pocket. With shaking hands I retrieved it from my pocket and saw a similar caller ID as I did just a few minutes ago. I froze. Someone's calling me from within the house I am in right now, but something told me it wasn't Pete.
I answered my phone. "Hello?"
I said it unsure of what the response may be.
Click. The line went dead again.
I knew that they keep their home phone in the next room to my left. I swallowed hard as I took a step forward, my legs feeling like jelly. The tiles were cold under my bare feet. I didn't think to take shoes, as I left home in such a hurry. I suddenly remembered that I didn't tell my parents where I was going, I don't even know if they know that I've left the house. The house was perfectly lit by the afternoon sun, but the emptiness still gave me a bit of an uncomfortable feeling.
I reached the door frame of the office, where the home phone should be sitting untouched on the desk. Just one more step forward and a turn to the left and all my questions will be answered, I thought.
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The Lake HouseMystery / Thriller
This story is about a girl named Tess who realises that something strange is happening with her best friend Pete. He told her he went to his lake house with his family, but why does Tess get the feeling that he was lying to her? She figures out what...