Midnight Mystery Caller [Open]

[John Doe]

Prompt: At midnight, you get a call on your cell phone. The speaker says “I know what you did,” and then hangs up. What did you do, how do you react to these calls, is this a prank, a break in your psyche or does a piece of your hidden past come to light?

John stared at the phone for a long moment. Not many had this number. Jane, Wilson, Dominique and as far as he knew that was all. Who would be calling him right at midnight with a bad line from a campy horror movie. Had they added “Last Summer” to their one sentence he would had laughed and asked them if they were wearing a raincoat and rubber boots, or if they were carrying a hook. Only he hadn’t run anyone over, and doubted that Ben Willis was stalking him.

Jane was out hunting and John had no one to ask about the strange call. What could the person know? That his sister was a vampire and he was a blood thief? That he was a serial killer and mass murderer? That he filmed vampire snuff porn videos? There was a laundry list of things someone could know, but to know then and then have access to his cell phone number? An encrypted device? It wasn’t like the number came with his name, it was a hacked webphone.

Unknown name, unknown number. Hm. He hit *69 and listened as the machine operator on the other end explained to him that the call could not be traced. Well, that was useful.

He wanted to be proactive in finding out what someone could know but had no idea where to start.

Maybe the internet would hold the answer. He opened up the login page and entered his name and password. Once on the spooky bejeezus-forums he began to type.

http://www.mooncalfstudios.com/pathofth ... 30&t=27241

He closed the application and started to get dressed. The night air would help perhaps clear his thoughts and calm him down. He was feeling claustrophobic in the apartment.

[Requiem (DELETED 7830)]

While at the Rave Joline would also receive such a call and she glanced at her phone and she too hit the #69 and came up empty she shrugs and glanced over at her daddy and sighed some. She knew she didn't do anything that she would fear of being caught, she assumed it was some child playing a prank on the phone due to that stupid movie she saw a few years back. She shrugs again and turns the phone off so it would not disturb her while she would be staring at others while at the party.

[Jezebel Tzasun]

Jezebel swayed a bit, her mind lost somewhere in the music as she drew the bow across the strings. The pale digits of her other hand twitched ever so slightly as the melody faded out slowly. Over the past few months the woman had got into the habit of playing every night after checking in on her businesses, along with a few other things. It was relaxing, almost mind numbing to the vampire. The silence that accompanied the end of each tune brought with it old memories that were better left buried.

Her phone vibrated suddenly and instantly the Necromancer set her violin down. The ebony haired woman checked the time. Midnight. That was a strange hour for anyone to call her regardless of who it was. That insanely dimmed screen did little to reveal who the caller was, but still she answered it hesitantly.

“Hello?” Her voice came out lower than intended and severely lacked what little bit of confidence that was usually there.

“I know what you did.” That was all the voice said before the call ended just as abruptly as it had started.

Jezebel blinked several times and stared at the device in a combination of confusing and amusement. At first she thought nothing of the odd call and brushed it off as just some dick somewhere trying to prank phone call people. The device took flight, landing on her bed, only to bounce a couple of times before nearly sliding off the edge. Silence fell over the room, in fact, the entire manor was eerily quiet.

Oh well, maybe it was nothing to worry about. She picked up her instrument, determined to try to play one more tune before calling it quits. The words from the call played on repeat and pulled at the darkest corners of her mind, bringing with it over and over all the horrible things she had done over the years. Was it someone trying to draw her out because they knew what she was? The murder perhaps? It could be anything really.

Her hands trembled and made it impossible for her to hold the instrument steady. Fear and worry crept in, stealing away the little bit of happiness she had felt. It was time to get out for a little while. Jezebel carefully set the precious item back down in its case. Quickly, she rose to her feet, seizing her coat and keys in one go and disappeared out the door. The front door to her manor slammed shut behind her before she realized she had left her phone. Oh well, that device didn't really matter. If anyone needed her they could leave a message.

One booted foot in front of the other and she was well on her way to anywhere except one of her properties. A park? A cafe? Where was she going? Her brain was racing, retracing every horrible thing she had done. A cafe! That would work! At least there she could just relax a bit. Hell, at that point she didn't care which one it was as long as it wasn't near her home. The Station Net Cafe, that was a go to spot for her. It would definitely work for her. Maybe she could check things out online and see if anyone else had received a call like that.

[John Doe]

John pulled his leather jacket, given to him by the Night Lords, over his shoulders and stepped outside. He wasn't decked out fully in biker gear though. Instead the jacket was simply to ward off the cold night air. He breathed, watching the mist flow from his mouth and cursed at the bitterness of the night under his breath. Not a night for the bike. This was a van night. He made his way to the parking garage and slipped into the vehicle. It was a rental. He'd got it for carrying film equipment to and from his "sets" when he filmed his bad movies.

Jane had joked that he needed to paint "Free candy and blood" on the side of the thing. So much for his walk. Still a drive around the city might have the same effect. Yeah, he needed to calm down.

No, no, **** that! He didn't need to calm down! He needed to trace whoever the anonymous asshole was would had called him. There were a few different internet cafes around the city. Almost as many as there were bars. He headed toward the one he liked best, Station Net. He'd been in there a few times and they have a lot of different interests going on. That and he was pretty sure he could catch someone there who might be able to tell him how to go about finding the person who had called.

John needed to know if it was a prank or something serious. He couldn't risk the call having been made for Jane and the caller being a hunter.

The drive through the city was therapeutic in a manner of speaking. By the time he got there he was more ready to handle business and less likely to fly off the handle. As he slid from the van he sent his sister a text. At Station Net Cafe, whatcha up to? Without waiting for an answer he stepped inside and made his way to the row of computers down the hallway to the left.