The call echoed in my mind as I drove through the lonely night streets.
That high-pitched, haunting voice ordering a simple pepperoni pizza.
Something didn't fit.
As I arrived at the address, a shiver ran down my spine.
The house was in pitch darkness.
Gathering my courage, I rang the doorbell again and again with no answer.
Suddenly, a rustling sound from inside put me on high alert.
I almost dropped the pizza when a piercing scream ripped through the night.
I fled the cursed place without looking back.
The next day, police found the dismembered remains of a family in the same house.
That call marked the beginning of a never-ending nightmare.