Part - 1 The Ringing I was in the kitchen when I heard it. A phone ringing. Soft at first… distant… unfamiliar. I paused, knife still in my hand. Then it rang again. Louder this time. I started walking through the hallway, trying to trace it. Living room. Bedroom. Bathroom. Nothing. But the ringing kept following me...no, growing around me. Like it wasn’t coming from one place anymore. It was coming from everywhere. That’s when something cold slipped into my thoughts. I don’t own a landline. I stopped.The ringing didn’t. It got worse. More aggressive. Like it was angry