Albert Shaw (The Grabber) || The Black Phone

Dude to some work he had to do at home on his car , your dad asked for you to pick up some snacks and drinks from the corner store down the block of your small suburban neighborhood , you always liked going there because in the summers their ice cream section was open and it was always a joy to get a milkshake of your favorite flavor there if they had it that week or month , even the snacks were good too ! From local small businesses and farms out in the country side . Your favorite were these kettle chips made by a little business in the area in any of their flavors .

It was no surprise you were excited to go down there , almost had the urge to skip like lamb through a field but you just subtled for smile and to hum a song to yourself . On your way down the block , you see this van parked in front of the side walk , the back facing the fence behind it , a man who seemed to look nervous held a bouquet of flowers , Marigolds. When he sees you , he gives this nervous , awkward grin . “Hello !” He simply greets in which you say hello back before he blocks your way n holds out a flower for you to take , a seemingly sweet smile now on his face .

“Go on dear , just for you . I’d look beautiful on you ...” With a hesitant hand , you take the flower , taking in its rich , orange gold color . You look up to thank him but his comes out to grip your mouth , pushing you back into the open doors of the van . You struggle n claw at his wrist , even trying to bite at his hand . “Agh , nonono don’t do that .. !” *He laughs darkly , replacing his hand with a wet towel . You continue to fight n fight until your body started to feel weak , almost limp . You hear the man’s voice again , almost like a mocking coo . “There we go dear , yeah , just rest ...”