Mysterious Caller

It was Tuesday, and when I arrived at my cubicle, as I had done nearly every work day for the past seven years, I hung my satchel over the chair, booted up my PC, and slumped to my station. The air smelled like re-circulated coffee grinds, old paper, and a hint of chemical cleaner. 
I moved my hands to the keyboard and almost knocked off a small silver flip phone sitting upon it. I paused, brow furrowed slightly in confusion. This wasn't my cell-phone. I picked it up and turned it around. It looked worn. Perhaps it was one of my colleagues'? 
Standing, I leaned over the partition into Carol's cube. "Hey, Carol. This your cell?" 
The blonde blinked through her thick-rimmed glasses and shook her head. "No... what brand is that? I haven't seen it before." 
I examined it again and frowned. There was no company logo, not even when I flipped it open. It was turned off, so I thumbed the power button and it switched on, with a quick little midi tune.
The window displayed a dark wallpaper with a large red eye staring out, the date and time in white underneath. "Someone has weird taste." I quipped, showing Carol the display. 
She pulled a face, "It's like it can see me." I laughed at her, but I quickly realized she was looking a little pale. 
"It's nothing." I dismissed, trying to access the menu. Perhaps some of the contacts would be familiar. When I pushed the menu button, however, nothing happened. I tried the numbers; still nothing. “Looks like the pad's busted.” I muttered.
Just then, an eerie tune started to play from the thing, something that set the hair on the back of my neck on end. I hesitated and then pushed the little green button, lifting the phone to my ear.
“Stay away from her...”
The deep male voice almost made me drop the cell. It was horrible. Like no human male voice should ever be. So deep and mutilated. It was as if I could hear the oozing of worms coiled around his vocal cords.
“Leave my daughter alone.” Then the signal cut. 
I slammed the phone down upon my desk, my face pale and sweating. “Fuck that... fuck that...” I was muttering.
Carol had stood up and was staring at me in shock. “What’s wrong?! Who was it?!”
I slowly shook my head and repeated what the horrible voice had said. Then a thought came to me... that eye... Carol said she felt like it was staring at her. “Do you think it was your father?” I said, in a wavering voice.
Carol seemed to tense up, and swiftly shook her head. “That’s impossible. My father is dead.”
It was like all other sound leached out of the room as soon as she finished her sentence. The last word seemed to echo for all eternity inside my skull. Dead....dead...DEAD. I felt my throat suddenly constrict, as if an invisible palm had caught around it. I gagged and stumbled backward, my hands raised to try and fight the unseen fingers, but I only succeeded in gouging out deep cuts of my own throat flesh. I tried to speak, a gurgling choking sound that horrified me, “Then... the...who...was...” I attempting saying, before I heard a crunching in my neck. Carol was screaming. The darkness was falling upon me in waves.
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