Mom was terrified by me and didn't know what to do. Dad came in just then and shouted at me to stop.
My mind was filled with the thought that I was going to die. My heart was about to burst, and I couldn't hear my parents calling to me.
Ashes. I needed ashes! Only Grandma could save me! Now, only...
"Help... help me... sob... Aaaaaah—"
A piercing scream suddenly came from my phone. Another scream that nearly split the dead of night.
I stopped moving and slowly turned to look at my phone.
There was no sound coming from it.
Outside, a neighbor cursed angrily, while someone else asked anxiously what was going on.
My parents stared at me with wide eyes.
"Please..." I began to cry, my legs giving way as I fell to my knees. "Please. I need the ashes... Grandma's ashes... It's all true! Everything I said is true!"
My parents were thoroughly frightened now. They trembled and stammered as they called my name.
"It's haunted... There are ghosts in this world. Really. You heard that sound too, didn't you? Right...? The ashes. Grandma wants the ashes... Please..."
I bowed my head and begged, having no other options left.
"Your grandma came to you in a dream? You want her ashes?" Dad asked incredulously.
"Yes."
"What do you need the ashes for?"
"To go to the central green!" I said. "Dad, everything I said is true!"
"Then what is this?" Dad pointed at the phone on the floor.
The phone suddenly made a sound again, making everyone jump.
"Did she... die?"
"Stop scaring people!"
"But just now..."
"Does anyone have her number?"
"I called. No one answered."
"She must be dead..."
"Waaah... Are we all going to die?"
Hearing them say that made me even more