I was puzzled. Either I was hallucinating, or Jake was lying to me, or the phone really was missing. But who could have taken it? Jake must have found me just after I passed out and the phone was there before. I saw it. Unless there was someone in the room with me when I entered, and that person had rung me, and then must have grabbed the phone as I passed out. I went cold, thinking of the possibility that someone was in that room with me; though it would explain why the phone disappeared and why I received a call that came out of thin air.
I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to think of a reasonable explanation. Jake had carried me to the drive way, but I insisted on walking to the house so that my parents wouldn't be worried. I had told Jake to go and thanked him for saving me.
As I walked into the house I heard mum on the phone. As much as I could gather she was talking to her sister. She quickly said goodbye when she saw me walking in.
"Honey, what happened to your forehead?" my mum said with concern. I hadn't felt anything there but as I touched it I yelled out in pain.
I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. There was a huge red, swollen bump on my forehead. It looked extremely painful. Mum grabbed a few things from the first aid kit and made up a concoction which she applied onto the sore. It hurt even more now. I told mum that I had walked into a pillar. I wasn't sure why I was lying to her, but I knew she would never believe my story as I have always made up the strangest stories when I was younger.
So here I was, lying on my bed, trying to think of an explanation.
I thought about ringing Pete one more time before assuming the worst. I grabbed my jeans pocket just to find it empty. I tried the other pocket. Empty. Back pockets. Empty. I tried to think back to the last time I had my phone. It came back to me; it was when i received a call from the next room in Pete's house. My heart was banging in my chest again as I recalled the memory.
Did I drop it? I tried to think of any possible times in the house that it could have fallen out of my pocket. It might have fallen out when I fainted, but wouldn't Jake have seen it then when he was looking for a phone to ring someone from for help? Maybe I was lying on top of it so he couldn't see it.
It was driving me mad. Nothing added up. Nothing made sense.
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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...