Death by Cellphone

De: Darlene Zagata

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

The phone rang at 2:49 AM.

Sheila Miller rolled over in bed, squinting at the glowing screen. Unknown number. She almost let it go to voicemail—almost. But her mother had been in the hospital last week, and you never knew...

"Hello?" Her voice was thick with sleep.

Static crackled through the line, followed by what sounded like electronic music—high-pitched, rhythmic, almost hypnotic. The sound seemed to pulse, matching the beat of her heart, then faster.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

The pattern shifted, becoming more complex, more insistent. Sheila felt a strange sensation, like vertigo, but she was lying down. The room seemed to spin slowly around her.

"I can't... what is..."

The sound intensified, boring into her brain like a drill. Her vision blurred, and her heart began to race—not the normal increase of anxiety, but something mechanical, artificial, as if an invisible hand was adjusting her pulse like a radio dial.

Sheila tried to hang up, but her hand wouldn't obey. The phone felt welded to her ear, the electronic symphony growing louder, more urgent. Her heart hammered against her ribs with increasing violence.

"Please... stop..."

But the signal didn't stop. It built to a crescendo that seemed to tear through her nervous system like lightning. Sheila's body convulsed once, violently, and then went still.

The phone clattered to the floor, still connected, still playing its deadly song to no one.

At 2:51 AM, Sheila Miller became the fourth victim of the cellphone killer.

She wouldn't be the last.