Short story – ‘Gone’ (part 2…)

Posted: June 4, 2014 in Short story - 'GONE'

‘GONE’ (Part 2…)

… A few seconds passed. Bradley removed the phone from his ear and quickly glanced at the display. It was still connected. The time counter was running, but there had been no noise from the other end. He put the phone back to his ear.

“Hello!” he repeated, with anxious authority.

“Ah, that’s better.”

A voice.

A man’s voice.

It suddenly reverberated through the ear piece. “It’s good to hear your voice with a hint of fire in it.”

“Who are you? Why are you phoning my wife at this time?” Bradley was wide awake now, and he backed up towards the light switch. He fumbled around slightly around the switch casing until his finger hit the mark. The light instantaneously filled the room. Bradley covered his eyes fleetingly.

A sinister chuckle came through the earpiece. “I’m not phoning your wife, Bradley. I’m phoning you!”

“What? Who…who are you? What do you want?” Bradley was confused. After all, it wasn’t even 5 a.m. yet. This was all too much to take in.

“You’ve not asked me the most obvious question yet?”

Bradley took a deep breath and knew exactly what this strange man was referring to. “My wife! My Katie! What have you done with her?”

“Oh dear, Bradley. What makes you automatically think I’ve done something with her? Let’s look at the facts.” The voice stopped.

Bradley waited… As he was about to speak, the voice continued.

“Your wife may be in the house. You’ve only just been woken, and you’ve only just turned on your bedroom light.”

This sparked a surge of panic in Bradley’s chest. Bradley sprang to the curtains and drew open the left drapery with a sharp tug.

He looked out.

He saw the familiarity of his street. Quiet. Still. Undisturbed. He was looking in a multitude of directions seemingly simultaneously.

“Ah, good morning. How nice to see you.” the voice on the phone mocked.

Bradley could still not see his tormentor. He turned from the window and fled through his room onto the upstairs landing. “Katie! Katie! Where are you? He flicked the switch to illuminate the landing, the two back bedrooms and the bathroom. He peered into each room.

He bounded down stairs and into his living room.

He ran into the kitchen, followed by the dining room.

All the while, during this brief melee of activity, the phone was pressed to his ear. The oppressor on the end of the line listened happily to Bradley’s panicky breaths.

Bradley had checked the entire house for his wife. Light was illuminating every room.

She wasn’t in the shadows.

She wasn’t in the light.

She was… GONE!

 

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