The Call 1 I woke up with a start by the noisy, electric hum of my mobile phone under my pillow. Swearing loudly and rubbing my eyes irritably with clenched fists I glanced at the watch. 6 am? Who the hell was phoning me at six on a sunday morning? I snatched up the phone, jabbing the answer button violently. "Hello?" I snapped groggily. Nothing. But wait... I paused and listened closely. Sharp, hard breathing crackled down the line. "Anyone there?" I demanded. I wasn't in the mood for prank calls this early in the morning. The breathing seemed to stop, silence. I was about to hang up when- "Als, is that you?" My heart fluttered, no one called me that, no one except... "Yes" I replied sharply, suddenly wide awake, "Yeah this is Ally, who's calling?" "Als?" The voice was barely an unused whisper, "Ally it's me, it's Danny." I threw the phone across the room with a small shriek and my heart thudded painfully. The words rung in my head. It's me, Danny... I had to be dreaming. This isn't real. It can't be... This isn't possible. I hadn't heard my brother Danny's voice in over a year now, because one day Danny just disappeared. And two months ago the police had found the body that confirmed my brother was dead...