The Message

Author's Note: This is a fictional story I wrote, in my writing circle. With the topic we had selected, I could have gone many different directions with my story. I chose to go with creepy yet the voice, that I wanted to portrayed to be calm. Please let me know if my vocabulary and transitions between paragraphs are decent.


As Cammie opened the door, she had a feeling something was awaiting her. Although she had put no consideration that it may not be a person, but maybe a message. A message, would change her life.


After sitting down at the kitchenette and eating peanut butter crackers, like she did everyday after school, Cammie remembered that it was her responsibility to check the land line for messages. She often forgot to do so, since her family just canceled the Merry Maids. This being so, some strange twist of fate, allowed her to remember.


The phone speaker, spoke like it did always. Please enter your password. Cammie of coarse had trouble remembering it. Her thoughts were something along the lines of, 5956? No, Ummmm 8876. Ugh! Oh, I remember.....1234.



Quickly  after the machine accepted her password, Cammie dug around in the kitchen "junk drawer", she needed a pencil and paper; so that she would remember everything. The first message was from her Grandma Gracie; GG, as Cammie called her, wanted to know if the issue was solved. Jotting this down quickly the second message began to play. It happened to be her dad; he called to say he wanted to get back together with her mom. None of these messages were considered important, in Cammie's eyes, but her mother might think otherwise. My mother can't even manage to give good advice, maybe I should just delete the messages and throw.... Cammie's thoughts were interrupted by a third message.



Cammie thought that it would be her mom, because she's late from work today. But it wasn't her mom's voice, it was the voice of a stranger. Listening closely, she began to daze; as if the demanding voice was over powering her.



Listen closely. I have your mom. She's in my basement, that is flooding. But she isn't alone. I also have managed to steal every other kid, from their homes. Your next. Either come to me, or I will come to you. You have 30 minutes.


Her heart began to pound louder and louder each second she stood still. Cammie's mind was spinning; She began to wonder, What should I do? When was this message left, do I have enough time? Was he on his way now?


Answering her questions, the kitchen window burst open. It revealed a strong man; glasses, dressed in all black, and had freakishly large hands. Without even thinking, Cammie threw the phone at his head, and then a coffee pot. She missed both shots. And faster than you can say, well anything, the mysterious man snatched her. Taking her away, wearing a blindfold. Cammie had no idea what was awaiting her.


For the first time in her life, she actually wanted her mother's advice; it was too late to change her life because she no longer had one.