Phone of a Ghost

Uhh. So. Yeah. I went to a yard sale. I saw a man. Selling what looked like a iPhone. I went up and I smiled. "How much for this iPhone?" I said. The man smiled. "It's only $2.00..." He said. I was pretty suspicious. But, I bought it. I took it home. The menu screen popped up. I saw a message appear. "This is a phone that belongs to a ghost." I thought it was a malfunction. I took it back to a iPhone repair store. They said it was 'fine', which was untrue. So, I went back and I opened the phone again. I got a phone call from an unknown number. I picked up the phone. "Hello?" I whispered. "Hello..." A voice whispered back. "Who are you?" I said. The voice replied...!
"Destroy it." The voice said. "Destroy what?" I said. "Destroy the phone." The voice said. "But, I just got it!" I said. "Destroy it!" The voice said. I didn't reply. "You are going to pay for this." The voice said. Then, he hung up. My wallpaper seemed, weird. It seemed like a bunch of symbols that looked like they were made out of blood. The blood looked, certainly real. But, I had to be sure. I smuged my screen. I felt the real blood on my finger. "Yep, that's real blood." I said. "Must be a prank." I followed up with.
The apps were called different things. WhatsApp was called DeadApp. Instagram was called PictureFrightz. Twitter was the scariest name of them all. The name wasn't changed. And it wasn't changed. I looked on YouTube. There were videos of tutorials on how to summon relatives in under one minute. I saw the videos. They were all real. All of them.
"People would do anything for views nowadays." I said, shaking my head. It shaked. And shaked. And also shaked, shaked, shaked, shaked, it won't stop. It shaked so much. My vision wasn't blurry, however. Making me think I was invincible to motion sickness. But, I vomited over my jhirt and jorts. So, possibly that is not true.
"Aww man, that was my favorite pair!" I said, in anger. Yeah. I. Was. Feeling. Pretty. Much. Like. A. Rabid. Pitbull. On. Its. Way. To. Murder. A. 6. Year. Old. Kid. Called. Bob. Yeah. I pause too much.
Then, the phone made weird sounds. Like screaming.
This wasn't up to iPhone standards. Yeah. It really wasn't. Yep. It. Was. Horribly. Produced. I decided to download a game. Cuz I was freaking bored. So, I downloaded Subway Surfers. But the game was called Subway Sufferers. I thought it was a typo. However, this game didn't have a score counter. All of the powerups were replaced with realistic-looking skulls. But, they screamed whenever you touched them. The music was, gone. Just like my father. He didn't get those ciggy's after all.
The rails were covered in what appeared to be cartoony-ish blood. But then, it changed to what looked like melting flesh. The police officer who normally chased you was silent. His uniform had some splashes of what seemed like blood on it. Yeah. This was not like the normal game at all.
When I grabbed the coin, my coin counter would go down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Down! Yes. I'm serious. 100% serious. It. Went. Down. I saw it with my own two eyes. The game then shut down. My phone's screen started to flicker. Slower. Then, it got faster. Faster. Faster. Yeah, it got quicker. My data was slowly being erased. But, everything remained the same. I downloaded a game called The Simpsons: Tapped Out. But, it was called The Simpsons: Trapped Out. I noticed the R in the title. I played the game. A message appeared. "We are trapped." Yeah, whatever.
My town was, finished?! The objects moved places. Switching positions. Even rotating the rest of the map. Like the Earth. At some points, it would lag. The messages were becoming more and more frequent. The only mission for Homer to do was to cry. It lasted 24 hours. When I came back the next day, Homer was happy again. I got 666 Donuts as an award. This was unlike the game. 666? Was this game created by Satan? No, it wasn't.
I contiuned to play. I couldn't stop. My hands were now numb to the touch. I could only place benches. A message appeared. "Benches before bitches." A mission for Homer appeared. It was for 3 hours. The mission itself was entitled Have Sex at the Nuclear Power Plant with Lenny for 3 Hours. You could hear moaning. After 3 long hours, I got the 69 Donuts. Nice. Homer looked, happy. The screen got hotter. The trees in Springfield were burning. Burning hot. Very hot. Yeah. They were hot. Homer stared at the screen, he said one thing.
"I watch you sleep." I thought this was Homer's new catchpharse. Oh what fun! Yay. Yay. Yay. Yay. Yay! Then, the game closed. It was still on there. My wallpaper was now two simple words.
"You're next!"
Then, I sold the phone. Legend says that the phone can't be destroyed. Also. Plot twist: The man was the ghost in the phone. Because he died after I met him. He died by getting hit by a Family Sedan. From The Simpsons. I now have nightmares of Homer Simpson. Please, do not find that phone. Trust me, it's for your own good...
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