Horror Flash Fiction | The Call

Shen Li's phone rang. The caller ID showed her own number. She stared at the screen for three seconds and answered. "Hello?" Her own voice came from the receiver, very calmly: "Open your closet now." Shen Li's spine chilled, and she turned to look at the closet. The door was shut tight. "Who is this?" "It's you," the voice said. "Tomorrow's you. You're going to die in the closet today, and I'm calling to warn you—don't open it." Shen Li breathed a sigh of relief, put down the phone, and opened the closet. Just then, the voice on the other end added: "But you've already answered. Answering means you're going to open it." Shen Li froze. She looked down at her phone's call history. The last incoming call wasn't from her number. It was from the phone on the closet, its screen lit up. But she had never put a phone in the closet. And now, a ringing sound came from inside the closet. Caller ID: Shen Li.