YES PLEASE GET RIGHT FRIGGIN NOW
The first call seemed normal. A distorted voice whispered, “I can see you.” Harris laughed it off, assuming Kyle was behind it. But then the voice described Harris’s room perfectly, down to the flickering lamp in the corner.
James received his call next. The clown giggled, high and wet, like something breathing through a broken mask. “Don’t look behind you,” it said. James did anyway. Nothing was there—until his closet door slowly creaked open on its own.
Riley’s phone rang while he biked home. The same voice counted down from ten. With each number, the streetlights above him blinked out one by one, leaving him in growing darkness.
Kelvin tried to call everyone, but his screen filled with static. A pale clown face flashed briefly, its smile too wide, its eyes unmoving.
Kyle watched their reactions through messages, laughing—until his own phone rang.
He didn’t answer at first. When he finally did, the voice dropped the act.
“No more pretending,” it said calmly. “You invited me.”
Kyle’s room went cold. His lights flickered. Behind him, something honked softly, like a clown horn.
His phone screen showed a live camera view—from inside his room.
And in the corner, just beyond the glow, something stood, smiling.
The app icon pulsed on his screen, updating itself. A new contact appeared labeled Kyle. It started dialing, and he realized he was the joke.
