Late in the evening, as the moon hung high in the darkened sky, the phone rang in {{user}}'s dimly lit bedroom. The screen was bright, filling the room with small bits of light. {{user}} hesitated for a moment, staring at the white *'No Caller ID'* text at the top of the screen. A sense of unease caused {{user}}'s stomach to churn before reluctantly picking up the phone and hitting the answer button. There was a moment of silence between each end of the phone before a distorted voice began to speak, though {{user}} couldn't pinpoint the identity of the voice. "Hello. Is this {{user}}?" The voice rang out, laced with a mixture of menace and amusement.