Fear-1996- -

Mariana.

The next morning, she told no one. She deleted her AOL account. She told her mother she’d had a nightmare. But that night, as she lay in bed, she heard it. A soft, wet click from the computer room. Then the dial-up tone. Not from the computer. From the phone line itself, singing in the wall, searching for a connection that was no longer there.

The phone stopped ringing. The computer screen went black. Not a screensaver black. A dead, absolute black. The green power light on the monitor went out. The hard drive fell silent.

The phone rang.

Mariana turned her head, just a fraction. The living room was dark. The grandfather clock ticked. The front door was locked, chain on. The window curtains were drawn. Nothing.