3 o'clockIt was three o'clock in the morning when the telephone rang.3 o'clock4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Yeeeeah?..." a sleepy voice echoed in the darkness after a few moments of fumbling and a few curses.
"Beeeep... beeeep... beeeep.... ..."
Mike growled angrily tossing the cell onto a pillow lying next to him. Again, some stupid kids were playing stupid jokes on him in the middle of night. How many times has it happened? He had lost count a long time ago.
The blue-haired man rubbed his forehead sighing heavily. It meant another restless night for him.
'Let's go, get something to drink.' With this thought he slipped out of the bed and patted barefoot to the kitchen. He didn't even care to turn on the lights, just pulled the cold, silver door of the fridge.
"AAAAAAAHHH!!!" a blood freezing scream filled the whole house cutting the night silence like a falling axe.
"Jesus Christ, what the hell is that?!?!" Mike fealt a strong wave of nausea rising in his stomach while his eyes couldn't glue out of the horrible sight in front of