Call Waiting 3- Altered States

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The world of sleep has not been kind to Patricia, since the death of her husband.

She was afraid to sleep.

You see..her husband called, right before he boarded the 4 seater Cessna to let her know that his buddy and he were going to test fly the craft before his friend decided whether or not to buy it.

She was napping and missed the call.

It was the last call he would ever make.

The plane had engine troubles at 10,000 feet. The cabin filled with smoke. The pilot panicked and became disoriented.

The plane slammed into the ground, killing both almost instantly.

Sleep was not her adversary.

But on this day, sleep won out and her world would change, once again.

In her dream, she was walking down a dimly lit hallway. At the end of the hallway, there was a door. The door to her bedroom at the home she and Macy recently moved into.

As she walked towards the door, she heard voices. The closer she got to the door, the louder the voices became.

She heard a man yelling and a woman begging him to stop.

A chair crashed against the door causing it to rattle on the hinges.

Followed by a scream.

Patricia reached the door and paused….

She reached for the knob and grabbed hold of it.

She took a deep breathe and began to turn when she heard an exclamation from the other side-


The name “Penelope” sent a chill up her back. She thought in her dream state….

“Penelope….isn’t Penny short for Penelope? Is this the woman who talks to my daughter through that old phone?”

As she finished the thought, she turned the knob and flung open the door.

The room was silent. There was no broken furniture. No Penelope.

Only the man was there and he was sitting on the bed sobbing….holding a gun.

He was talking to Penny even though she wasn’t there.

“I’m sorry, honey. I can’t tell them what happened….and I can’t go on without you….I….just….can’t….”

Patricia watched as he raised the gun and placed it in his mouth.

She started to run towards him and reached out to grab the gun.

The closer she tried to get…the farther away he became.

She was suddenly outside the bedroom door that she flung open.

Simultaneously, the door slammed and the gun went off.


The noise of the gunshot made her suddenly sit up in her bed and open her eyes as she yelled,


She awoke in a cold sweat and a panicked state of mind.

She would swear the smell of gunpowder was in the air.

She looked around and began to access not only her dream but the reality that she awoke to.

She got out of the bed and began to head into Macy’s room to check on her.


Her heart sped up.

She turned her head toward her nightstand and stared at the old time phone, with the severed cord, as it beckoned her to answer.


To be continued….