I opened up the backpack to find a small flip phone. "Beep!" I clicked power button. "Hello and welcome Honan." My brain short circuited. How did they know my name? I clicked through the phone and saw nothing but one phone call. The call was made on July 10th 2015. My mind stopped. That was the day my parents had died. I clicked on the call. The information popped up. It was a recorded call. Just as I saw it I noticed this small cafe at the corner of my eye. I figured it would be better than my home so I walked in. I bought the cheapest coffee and slowly pulled out some earbuds I just happened to find in the second pocket of the bag. I connected the earbuds to the phone and listened to the audio.
"Stt-t-t-t- sHTTTT!" Static played in my ears. Hope about finding about my parent's death disapeared untill I heard something.
"Stts- Y-o-o-u y-y-y-ou CRACKLE uuu-s Ca-a-y-y-a B-b-el- SHTISTTT." the audio cut off but hearing my mother's name made the hope respark. I knew they knew my parents. But were they related to the deaths? Or was this just a normal call with my parents that got corrupted? Was it another Caya Bell?
I shook my head and finished my coffee and starting thinking about the time when I was a summer camp, only 8 years old. I was now 23. I was pulled out of lunch time and that was the day I knew. The day I learned about my parents death...