Unknown Caller - Episode 4
by Tamara Mataya
What are you going to do to me?!
Please, I haven’t done anything to you!
Open the door.
Please, I’ll do anything!
NOW.
And stop whimpering, I can hear you through the door.
It’s pathetic.
Kelly’s trembling hand fumbles with the chain a few times before she can unlock the door and open it.
When she does, the porch is empty.
Look down.
Where did you go?
Awww, do you miss me already?
How sweet.
I can come back if you’d like.
No! Don’t!
I don’t know how you found me, but please, I’m begging you to leave.
I won’t even call the cops.
LOLOLOLOL
Are you actually this stupid?
My stomach hurts from laughing. I’m DYING!
No wait, that was Violet.
Just leave me alone!
Two years ago.
Look down. I left you a little Halloween present on the welcome mat.
What’s in the plastic bag? Poison?
Now you’re just being ridiculous.
Not to mention rude.
Rude?! You’re the one stalking me and making me play a stupid game and…
I’ve given you a gift.
It’s the perfect costume for you.
Take it inside and open it.
Kelly acquiesces.
Inside the bag is the same cat costume she wore two years ago in the photograph.
Stiff with Violet’s blood
I even included the white wig!
Although it’s mostly red now with all that blood.
How did you get this?
Answer me!
WHO ARE YOU?!
Oh good, you like it.
I was so scared you wouldn’t.
I threw this away!
One man’s trash…
Put it on.
If you’re going to do something to me, just DO IT!
Stop dragging it out!
You’re not the one in charge tonight.
Stop crying and PUT. IT. ON.
Don’t make me ask again…
Kelly puts on the cat costume over her pajamas.
It’s on.
Don’t lie.
I’m not! How long do I have to wear it?
I don’t know yet. First things first.
I want you to meow for me.
We don’t want to limit our fun.
This isn’t fun, you psychopath!
How does it feel?
Only, it looks like you’ve gained a little weight since that night.
Stress eating, perhaps? Tsk tsk.
It still fits.
I need more details than that.
Paint me a picture or I’ll come and see it for myself.
The fabric is stiff.
From her blood. SAY IT.
The fabric is still stiff from her blood.
Blood YOU spilled.
Clothes you threw in the trash behind your dorm.
You couldn’t know this unless…
You were there that night. You saw me throw them away.
That’s how you know all this.
Now you’re getting somewhere…
Why didn’t you say something then?!
My turn! How does it feel?
Wearing those clothes again.
I just answered that!
No. That was about the clothes themselves.
I want to know how it feels EMOTIONALLY to wear the clothes you killed Violet in.
How the hell am I supposed to answer that?!
TRUTHFULLY.
Dig deep. Let’s get emotional.
We’re in this together now.
I hate this.
Do NOT make me ask again…
I feel really…close to you right now.
Please stop it.
I feel sick even thinking about that night.
You’re not trying to get a sympathy vote, are you?
The idea of anyone feeling bad for YOU after what you’ve done…
No! I feel awful for what happened.
How the night started out so good and ended
Ended on a bridge.
How? You know I like stories…
We had an argument and she got out of the car.
Said she’d rather walk home.
Yes. And so you followed her and hit her with your car.
My life ended that night too, you know.
You got away with murder.
You think I got away with ANYTHING?!
I still have nightmares about the sound she made hitting the water.
Good. I hope your conscience has tortured you for the things you did that night.
I didn’t mean to! I only meant to scare her. I swear to god I only meant to scare her.
How?
I was going to rush at her. I don’t know, I just wanted for her to get back in the car so we could go home.
I ONLY meant to rev the engine.
But I’d had too much to drink and my foot slipped off the brake,
And the car jerked forward so fast and I hit her.
I stopped the car and got out.
I saw her hanging half off the bridge.
There was blood everywhere.
I checked for her pulse and couldn’t feel anything.
And then I panicked and pushed her off the bridge into the water.
I know that part.
I’m not interested in the WHAT.
But you asked.
This isn’t a therapy session where we talk about you and your feelings.
I want you to dive into how it would have felt for HER.
Not physically. Emotionally.
I don’t understand.
How would Violet have felt to know that you hated her?
I didn’t hate her!
You killed her!
You said it yourself, you were jealous of her.
Everyone loved her.
And you couldn’t handle that. So you killed her.
Yeah, everyone loved her, but I loved her too!
It was an accident!
Oh really?
You “accidentally” covered up your crime, though...
I’ve never seen that kind of sentiment on a Hallmark card.
‘I love you so much I want to dump your body off a bridge.’
Nope, can’t see that campaign catching on.
This has gone on long enough.
She tears the cat costume off and stuffs it back into the bag.
I don’t want to play this anymore.
I’M NOT PLAYING YOUR TWISTED LITTLE GAME ANYMORE!
Playing? You still think this was a game?
This was never a game to me.
And if you really think that, maybe you’re too stupid to live.
The world would be better without you, Kelly.
I’m pretty sure we both know that.
A heavy thumping comes from upstairs
What is that? Is that you?!
Are you in my house?!
Maybe it’s the beating of your telltale heart…
The footsteps move towards the stairs.
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