“It all began when I was in fourth grade. I went to an all catholic school and those kids were cruel. Every day at recess I would be teased, harassed and even sometimes beat up for the way I spoke, acted and lived. Some say kids can be cruel but no these kids were torturous. As these acts unfolded day after day, something broke inside of me and that is when I heard a phone ring...” The policeman stopped me abruptly mid sentence. “What do you mean phone ring? How does a phone play any role in the story of what happened and what you did?” “Well, if you would just be quiet and listen I would tell you. Now where was I… Ah, yes the phone rang. It was an old phone from across the street from where recess was at. I remember the exact monotone ringing calling out to me beckoning me to come closer. No one else seemed to hear the phone but I heard it. Since no one else was paying attention to the phone or didn’t hear it I didn’t want to be rude and keep the person on the other side of the line waiting I decided to cross the street to the phone. As I crossed the street towards the payphone I heard the phone ring louder and louder and louder further encroaching my full curiosity. I finally made it to the payphone and as I opened the door it made a soft rustic creaking sound. A warm sensation shot up through my hand and to my entire as I pick the ringing phone up. Over the phone I heard a deep voice say “If you ever feel scared, alone or just want to talk. You know how to call me.” and then a deafening silence.” I took a quick glance at the policeman, nothing but stunned silence. I continued. “Cold air suddenly rushed into the booth and I felt a cold hand touch me on the shoulder. “Why did you cross the road by yourself? Come back to recess, David.” I heard the voice behind me say. I turned to see it was just a recess monitor behind me. The chills resided from my body for a brief second as I was dragged out of the payphone back into the yard for recess. The day went normally for awhile until I started thinking about what the deep voice said over the phone. I thought to myself, “What did it mean I would know how to call?” and a sudden overwhelming instinct to check my pockets of my pants overtook me. I first checked my left pocket and when that had nothing in it I checked my right pocket and then my left cheek pocket and finally my right cheek pocket. In the right cheek pocket I felt a stiff cardboard type material and when my finger traced the edges it was rectangular in shape. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the object. It was a bleak white with nothing on it except a phone number. I was too young to think anything of it then I just simply put it back into my pocket. I never thought of about it until 30 years later when I sent my kid to the same school. I knew it was a mistake but my mother demanded me to give my child proper catholic education so I had to. When my son was starting to get harassed at recess I decided it was time for me to step in and become a recess monitor. For a while the kids didn’t pick on my son but one day a fight broke out during recess. I ran over to see what was happening and I saw these kids punching and kicking this poor defenseless kid. The kid that was being beat up was my son. I broke up the fight and pulled the kids off my son and I sent my kid to the nurse. Once he was safe a instinctive nature took over my body as I reached for my pocket and when I reached in the first pocket I felt the same cardboard card in my pocket. I let the kids go that beat up my son as I walked away from the yard and to the payphone across the street. I dialed the number and was once again met with the warm sensation and deep voice from over the phone. “How are you David? I knew you would need me.” The voice said with a chuckle. The heat grew and grew as I felt my skin almost boil. All I remember next was a sudden fall and everything turning to black.” The policeman turned and looked towards me and gave me a blank look. “So you don’t remember killing those two boys who hurt your son?” “I didn’t hurt anyone! They hurt my son but I didn’t hurt them…” I was cut off mid sentence and I heard a ringing coming across the room from the phone. The same monotone ring from when I was a kid. I really should answer it.