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I answer. "What?"

"Happy Halloween, Hot Lips."

I hang up.

The phone rings again.

I decline it.

He calls me again.

I decline it again.

It immediately rings.

I stare at the screen.

Persistent asshole.

I answer. “What the fuck do you want?”

“I wanted to make sure you weren't lonely.”

“I'm not lonely.”

“Really? Because you sound lonely.”

“I always sound like this.”

“True.”

I hear noise behind him. Music. People talking.

“Where are you?”

There's a pause. Then the bastard starts laughing.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Mapquest,” I growl.

“I'm in town.”

My grip tightens on the phone. “Why?”

“Because unlike you, I'm allowed to leave my house.”

“Cabin. And it’s not mine.”

“Prison. Whatever.”

I hear a woman laugh somewhere near him. Then someone screams.

I straighten. “What was that?”

“Relax. Just a Halloween attraction.”