I was sitting in my favorite chair upstairs

March 1, 2025

by Aracely

2 min read

Story Premise 2 min read (250 words)

"It’s been a long time since anything strange has happened in my house. Life has moved on with marriage, new jobs, family members, and now two small dogs. But today, something happened that really spooked me. I was sitting in my favorite chair upstairs, with my cell phone charging on the armrest. I checked a […]"

It’s been a long time since anything strange has happened in my house. Life has moved on with marriage, new jobs, family members, and now two small dogs. But today, something happened that really spooked me.

I was sitting in my favorite chair upstairs, with my cell phone charging on the armrest. I checked a message, pressed the home button, and put the phone back down.

It was getting late, so I took the older dog outside for his last bathroom break. After bringing him back in, I took the younger dog out. While doing this, our landline phone rang. The caller ID announced it was from our last name. My wife handed me the phone, and to my surprise, the call was from my cell phone, which was still on the armrest, plugged in.

I finished taking the dog out and examined my phone. It doesn’t have our landline number saved, so I have no idea how or why it dialed our home phone.

Right after that, our younger dog walked into the dining room and started growling at the wall. He tucked his tail between his legs, which he never does. This went on for about five minutes until I moved both dogs and my wife to another room.

This happened just a few hours ago, and I wanted to share it before I forgot any details. If anything else happens, I’ll update the story. Otherwise, you probably won’t hear from me for a while. Take care.

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