Please Don't Be Afraid
1.Cell phones

The night gets darker as time goes on. Outside the house was raining heavily.Rain water seemed to rise from the sewers.

The lights emit a dim light in the darkness. Combined with wooden furniture living room, make the atmosphere in the house a little gloomy.

ken turned off some of the lights, leaving only a soft gloom, then turned around and returned to the back of the kitchen.

"I don't think the rain will subside today."

Taking the kettle off the stove, he gently poured the coffee into the cup. A pleasant aroma emanated from him. Grabbing the cup he sat by the window, where the only light was left, and looked at the night outside.

Glass reflects off its thin figure. Dusky black hair, and casual clothing

As the heat from the coffee subsided, he took a sip.

"The taste of the coffee I make is the best."

[Ding~tralala crane]

[Ding~tralala crane]

A loud enough phone tone sounded repetitive. From the origin it is from the direction of the room precisely in a cardboard box under the mattress.

"Mobile tone? my phone is here wait, it's familiar"

Ken rushed to put his warm cup of coffee directly running towards the source of the sound.

Arriving in front of the sound origin room. Ken tried to open the door. The room is locked.

"Where do I keep the keys to her room? "

Ken walked towards his room which was not far from where he was currently. Opening the bedroom door is seen some decorative furniture, video game posters that look terrible, and it seems Ken is a horror genre fan.

A computer, and a black mattress. It adorned his room with a gloomy feel.

"If it's not wrong here. "

He walked closer to his wardrobe. Opening the door of Ken's closet groped at the bottom of the wardrobe. He had a habit of keeping any key under a pile of stuff

"There it seems to be. "

After palpating the lowest pile of his clothes Ken found his, and with a happy face found the item he sought. ''Ah! got it, here apparently"

Ken rushed straight to the door of the room before his locked one. On arrival at the door of Ken's room, he put the key into the hole, and turned it around.

Opening up an old space covered in dust and white cloth covered some old furniture such as cabinets, vanity mirrors, mattresses, and other decorations.

A feeling of nostalgia filled his mind and heart. Ken felt a longing feeling when he saw some of the furniture contemplating his recall.

"What a feeling of nostalgia, here I was as a child often jump him over his. "

Ken saw the old mattress covered in dust and white cloth. It didn't take long for him to remember his purpose.

looking down at Ken's bed, his hand reached for a small brown cardboard box. Ken got up from his seat on a nearby mattress, and opened the box.

Inside the box contains several keepsakes pendants, watches, and a black android smart phone.

Looking at the three items in the box Ken chose a phone that felt this was his purpose.

''Cell phone, if it's not the wrong ringtone of his but this thing has been broken for fifteen years!''

"I've tried this phone a hundred times before, and not turned it on. Why did I start it myself today? It belonged to my father fifteen years ago before he died. "

''No matter how I fix it this doesn't work.''

''Is it possible to hear wrong?"

Ken put the black cell phone back in his hold on the storage box. Rise up from his seat carrying a box containing three of these items, and was about to exit the dusty room.

[Ding~tralala crane]

''This'' said ken quickly reopened the cardboard box he was still carrying.

a black cell phone that was dead turned on dimly.

Unbridled excitement in his heart, ken swiped the screen, there was only one app on the phone's desktop that was dark, and a red door icon was used as an icon.

"Wait for a supernatural experience?, black technology?" ken realized something strange.

If you are in this position, you may have a faster heartbeat. Look around and sweat in your palms.

Ken immediately tried to be calm. In his mind he began to feel afraid even though the horror genre enthusiasts were still different carita when the original appeared.

Panic is thinking about whether there are killers or stalkers around the house. Pressing the home picture icon that is on the main screen desktop.

A question with dark red letters appeared, and an answer column below.

[Ding~Do you believe in ghosts or supernatural occurrences] to a final scientific intermediate graduate may be a difficult answer. But not for Ken.

Ken touched the answer pool, typing the word "maybe."

Not long after with the answer given Ken another writing appeared. [Ding~what do you want to prove his truth.]

"what does. "

~boom.

a room door that was open immediately closed violently.

The black cell phone in his hand issued an image of a circle seemingly a calling circle but had no idea what it was calling.

Ken directly threw the phone hard in his hand crashing into the ding-ding of the room. It fell and cracked but it had no effect, and from it a hand resembling a distorted painting with many streaks coming out of the circle crept out a body.

Ken fearfully ran to the door of the room. Tried to break it but couldn't open it.

The body shivered in the cold all over its sitting feathers standing in fear. Ken saw the terrifying sight of a distorted hand coming out from the circle of the black cell phone already taking out his body in one piece.

From his anatomical form it looks like a man with many distortion graffiti from a painting.

Slowly approaching Ken. In one of the two hands the distorted man carried a dark colored dagger covered in red rust. It seems that it was often used to cut something but never cleaned.

~Step.

The distorted man walked into a closer.

Tampa hesitates Ken directly hits the distorted man with a sleeping lamp on a table near the mattress but is useless.

Seeing the distorted man before his eyes. Lifting clutching the collar of Ken's shirt, the distorted man sliced through Ken's neck, and threw crashing into the door, disappearing into the trail.

~Boom!

~Hook!

It seems that the creature's throw managed to make some of his bones move slightly, or break.

Blood came out from his neck, the shirt clothes that had been white became blood-red dark, and the floor covered in dust was flooded with blood.

Ken's eyes began to fade out of consciousness. Holding her neck dragging her body, she tried to hold the doorknob of the room hoping to open it.

However much of the blood that came out made her completely lose consciousness, her body felt a chill her heart slowly stopped beating and ended up falling to the floor.

Blood pooled as if moving.twisting into a circle that looked like a circle of callers of distorted creatures that came out of the phone.

Not long after that circle shone. The floor of the room, furniture vibrates like it will collapse, changing the perception of space with a lot of furniture covered in white cloth.

The cut on Ken's neck began to close. Some slightly shifted bones begin to return to normal. The sound of breathing slowly, the heart beating normally, included his eyes began to open slightly.

Wake up on a cold floor with a drawing of a calling circle below her. It looks like the furniture has not changed much, it's just that a lot of candles are lit around in a dark, silent atmosphere.