Then—
Her phone rang.
She froze.
Slowly, she picked it up.
And looked at the screen.
Her heart dropped.
Incoming call: Mom
Her hands started shaking.
Her breath caught in her throat.
This couldn’t be real.
After a long, terrifying pause…
She answered.
“Mom…?” she whispered.
A weak voice came through.
“Abby… honey… where am I?”
Abby’s knees nearly gave out.
That voice.
It was her.
It was really her.
“Mom? How—how is this possible?” Abby sobbed.
“I can’t see anything,” Mary’s voice said, strained, panicked. “It’s dark… tight… I can barely breathe…”
Abby’s entire body went cold.
“No… no…”
“Abby… where am I?” her mother cried faintly.
The call cut off.
Silence.
Abby screamed.
She tried calling back.
No answer.
Again.
Nothing.
Panicking, she called Aunt Laura.
Within minutes, Laura rushed home.
She found Abby shaking, crying, clutching her phone.
Between sobs, Abby told her everything.
Laura listened…
But she couldn’t believe it.
Not really.
Sweetheart, you’re grieving,” she said gently, pulling Abby into her arms. “You miss your mom. That’s normal.”
But Abby knew what she heard.
And then—
It happened again.
The calls kept coming.
Each time, Mary sounded more terrified.
“It’s so dark… I can’t move… Abby, I’m scared…”