Night Time Story: The Silent Phone Call

The first time the phone rang at midnight, Liam thought it was a wrong number.

He had just drifted off to sleep when the shrill ring jolted him awake. Groggy, he reached for his phone.

“Hello?”

Silence.

Then—breathing.

Soft. Shallow. Too slow to be normal.

A chill ran down his spine. “Who is this?”

No answer. Just breathing.

Liam hung up, his pulse racing. Probably a prank. Someone messing with him.

But the next night, it happened again.

Midnight. Ringing. The same slow, steady breathing.

The next night, too.

And the night after that.

He tried blocking the number. The calls still came. He unplugged the phone. It rang anyway.

By the fifth night, he stopped answering.

But that didn’t stop the ringing.

One night, as he sat in bed, staring at the phone, he made a decision.

This time, he wouldn’t speak. He would listen.

Midnight came. The phone rang.

Liam picked up—but said nothing.

The breathing continued. Slow. Calm.

Then, for the first time, something changed.

A whisper.

“You left me.”

Liam’s blood turned to ice.

He dropped the phone, his mind racing. The voice was faint, familiar, like an echo from a forgotten dream.

The next day, he went searching. Old photos, lost memories, anything that could explain the voice on the line.

And then he found it.

A childhood picture.

A boy standing beside him. Someone he couldn’t remember.

Someone who—according to his mother—had never been there at all.

That night, Liam didn’t sleep.

And at midnight, the phone rang one last time.

But this time, when he answered…

There was no breathing.

Just silence.

And then—click.

The calls never came again.

But sometimes, in the quietest hours of the night, Liam swore he could still hear it.

The sound of someone waiting on the other end.

By Lenora Graves