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The Voicemail From My Own Number
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Last night I got a voicemail. It came from my own phone number.
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My phone was charging on the kitchen counter. I was asleep in the next room.
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The message was forty seconds of breathing. Slow, and very close to the microphone.
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Then a whisper, in my voice. It said, whatever you do, don't open the bedroom door.
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I checked the timestamp on the message. It said three fourteen in the morning, tonight.
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It is three twelve right now. And someone just knocked on my bedroom door.
