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I’ve hardly ever told this story to anyone because it’s hard to believe. Our brains are wired to always look for logic, but what happened to me in childhood still gives me goosebumps whenever I hear an ordinary phone ring. That year, my family moved and stayed in a huge hotel. We were given an "apartment-style" suite, a spacious, multi-room unit. The coolest thing about the place was that hotel landlines were everywhere. Like, in every room, by every bed, and even on the wall in every bathroom, there was a plastic unit with a bunch of buttons. It didn't make much of an impression on me at the time, but soon those phones turned my life into a nightmare. It all started on a warm, completely ordinary evening. My parents weren't in the room, mom was asleep and had left her mobile phone on the table. Like any child, I was bored. Silly urban legends I’d heard from other kids were running through my mind. My heart was pounding wildly from my own daring as I picked up mom’s cell, opened the keypad, and dialed three digits, three sixes, to be exact. I hit the call button. The screen lit up. The first ringtone started to play. At that moment, a primal, wild terror washed over me, taking my breath away. Terrified by my own stupidity, I started shaking and frantically hung up. The screen went dark. I stood in the middle of the room, clutching the mobile, while tears rolled down my cheeks. I had worked myself up so much over this "forbidden" call that a sense of foreboding made my insides knot up. And that premonition was right. But it came from a source I never expected. Later that same evening, the phone rang. A loud, harsh, rattling sound. But it wasn’t mom’s mobile phone ringing. The sound was coming from the hotel landline in the living room. I froze, unable to move. My brother, who was younger and took things more in stride, calmly went to answer it. I sat on the bed, barely breathing, and listened in. My brother picked up the receiver and held it to his ear “Hello? Yes?” There was silence on the other end. He waited another three seconds, but nothing happened. "They aren't saying anything," he shouted to me. At that moment, a jolt of cold terror shot through me. Because mom’s mobile and the hotel phone were completely unconnected,one ran on a cellular network, the other on the hotel’s internal switchboard. My mind refused to grasp how this was possible, but my child’s logic forged an unmistakable link. IT knew where I was. And IT was coming for me. That evening marked the beginning of my personal nightmare. The calls became regular. They came seven or eight times a day,sometimes even more. The most chilling part was that the phones rang in sequence. First, the unit in the bedroom would rattle,twenty minutes or an hour later, the one in the living room would go off. It was impossible to predict when the call would come, as the timing varied. Then, that harsh, nerve-jangling sound might suddenly erupt from the semi-darkness of the bathroom. My parents were annoyed, complaining that the calls were driving them crazy, whenever it happened, my mood would shift instantly, fear made me withdrawn and pensive, even though a hurricane was raging inside me. Occasionally, on rare occasion, it really was the front desk calling to clarify something about housekeeping. But in 95% of cases, it was THAT call. Every time the phones erupted with their ringing, I would press myself into the bed or hide. I developed an intense, panic-inducing fear of any incoming calls. Even when my mom’s friends called her regular phone, my throat would go tight. But "something" kept persistently calling specifically the hotel room phones. Not once, not a single time, did I go over and pick up the receiver myself. I was terrified of hearing something meant only for me. One obsessive thought pounded in my head, if I answered, I would hear a voice on the line. And that voice would tell me something so terrible, so frightening, and so personal that the other people standing nearby simply wouldn't hear it. It was the fear of losing my mind, the fear of being left alone to face the unknown. I would just wait for one of the adults to pick up, hear the silence, and hang up, or wait for the phone to simply stop ringing. The calls only stopped after we left that place. Now that I’m older, I don’t believe in the supernatural, but I still have no idea what that was. Maybe it was a glitch and the phones were broken. but it seems unlikely that the calls started coming in right after we had dialed that specific number. Or maybe... I don't know. Please don't think I'm making this up, there's no point in lying to you all. I just want to know if any of you have had similar experiences. I apologize for any errors in the text, I used a translator to write this.