Ravi awoke with a start. His cell phone was blaring away. He put on his glasses hastily and picked it up.
“Hello?” He squinted at the bedside clock. 12.01 am
“Happy birthday…'Frightener' ”
In reply came a deep-throated laugh. Familiar.
“Violet Blood,” said the voice after a beat. A low harsh whisper.
Then the line went dead.
Ravi looked at his display screen, and then at the darkness. Violet Blood. Hmm...
But...it was the name of one of his spooky characters. He’d never really used it, though. He’d changed it. Nobody but him knew about it. Funny. And the caller even knew his pen name.
And the voice was exactly as he’d described in the story – deep throated.
Ravi pursed his lips. Could it be…
He threw the phone away and sat there in the darkness. Blank.