(Author's POV)
*Buzz …. Chime …. Buzz*
Wendy was fast asleep in her room after a very long and tiring day. Her deep slumber was disturbed by her phone's continuous vibration. She peeked with one eye at the wall clock, which indicated it was around two in the morning.
"Who is calling me at this hour?" she mumbled to herself, her voice scratchy because of her dry throat. Nevertheless, she ended up picking the call.
From the other end, a forced whispering sound echoed, "Hello~ … I am outside the house. Open the door for me."
Wendy knitted her brows together, checked the number, which was some unknown ten digits. With the same sore voice, she said, "You have dialled the wrong number." She was about to disconnect the call, but the other person spoke, their voice a bit louder than before, though it was still hushed, "Wendy~ …. It's me, Myra. I am waiting at the door. Come down and open it."
