After Finding the Phone of the Late Campus Heartthrob

*Main text is told in third person.

I picked up a phone. It was black, the latest model, and cost five figures on the official website.

I should have posted a lost-and-found notice and returned it to its owner.

But can someone tell me why the wallpaper was a picture of me?

At the same time, the phone rang. Confused, I pressed answer, and an unbelievably pleasant voice came from the other end. "Hello..."

Before he could say anything else, I hung up with a trembling hand.

Why?

Because I'd heard that voice before. It belonged to the school heartthrob, a guy said to be perfect in every way.

But the problem was, that heartthrob had died in a car accident five days ago...

I thought maybe the stress had been getting to me and I was hallucinating.

Thinking that, I left the phone at the entrance to the police station and ran off without looking back. But after that day, my life started getting strange.

Every day, unfamiliar calls came to the phone.

Someone's teeth chattered and clicked as they repeatedly asked where their head had gone.

Someone whimpered in a muffled voice, "It's so stuffy, so cramped..."

And someone screamed for help in a piercing voice, as if their fingernails were scraping across the receiver.

I realized these were all calls from the dead.

Their voices tormented me, keeping me on edge day and night. Just when I thought my life was over, the police showed up at my door.

They handed me the phone I'd left at the station and told me to be careful next time and not lose my phone again.

No, no, this isn't mine...

I trembled as I tried to explain, but when I looked down, facial recognition unlocked it.

I couldn't argue anymore, so I had to take the phone.

That night, the heartthrob called again. He told me the only way to stop those things from calling was to resolve their grudges, and said he could help me.

His voice was still unbelievably pleasant, like a bewitching ghost clinging to me.

But all I felt was a chill through my body. With no other choice, I gave in and agreed.

-

The heartthrob hadn't lied to me.

With his help, I gathered evidence step by step and sent the murderers of those wronged souls to the police.

Gradually, the calls on the phone really did become less frequent.

Until one day, the phone didn't ring once all day. The world was so quiet it was almost frightening.

I looked at the heartthrob beside me, his spirit faint and almost transparent, and finally asked the question:

"Is your grudge... against me?"

He looked at me silently, his eyes full of emotions I couldn't understand.

Was it because he resented me?

But I couldn't remember anything...

-

A City News: Two men were traveling together when they were struck by a truck. At a critical moment, one man risked his life to save the other, but died in the process. The person he saved witnessed everything.

The survivor suffered severe trauma and developed selective amnesia.

Theme: The anthem of humanity is the anthem of courage.