Akarno

The Phone He had a pounding headache and his body was covered in cold sweat. Thirteen days had passed now, and it had happened thirty-nine times. There was no pattern, no logical explanation. He waited, trying to get rid of the intense headache. His house was completely silent as usual. From through the open window he could hear the annoying sound traffic far away. Monday morning, the noise was worst now, when everybody was driving their cars to work. "Damnit, morning already." He couldn't remember the last time he had a good nights sleep. Suddenly the phone rang. It could only be... - Yes. There was no-one else ever called him anyway. Fo