Lilith’s life changed ever since the day her brother died. She was only fourteen at the time, and her brother Adriel was nineteen. The entire night was merely a flash of memories in her mind at this point four years after it all happened. She remembered that he was killed in a horrific car accident at around 11:45 PM on a Wednesday night, and remembered identifying his body. Everything else that night was a blur. The person impacted most though was her mother, Adelaide. Being a widow, her two children were the brightest light in her life, and she lost one. Being too hysterical to identify Adriel’s body, the task was left to Lilith. Ever since the night of the accident, Adelaide had become borderline senile. She never spoke to anyone in person, even Lilith, and neglected contact even over the phone for the most part. She was basically mute, and seemed very aloof of anything around her. Lilith hadn’t just lost her brother, but had also lost her mother in a way. Lilith thought her mother was in extreme danger within this state, and hired a caretaker seeing as how she couldn’t balance both schooling, work and upkeep for her mother and home. This left time in the afternoon and late nights for Lilith to attempt contact with her mother, but after four years of her forever-changed life, she noticed an odd trend.
Once a week when Lilith was supposed to be sleeping, she’d sometimes be woken up from the sound of her mother loudly talking over the phone. She always thought she was imagining it, but one night she decided to stay awake and find out once and for all what was going on. Lilith kept herself awake until around midnight for the whole week, which was taboo for the studious life she was living. It wasn’t until Wednesday, when she finally heard Adelaide talk. Her mother seemed to be extremely deep in conversation. The thin walls of the house vaguely muffled the sound coming out of her mouth, but Lilith was h----bent on finding out what the big deal was. Sneaking out of her room, she crept down the hallway to where she could glimpse into the kitchen. Her mother sat there on a chair, gleefully talking on the house phone. This was shocking to Lilith. Her mother hadn’t done this in a long time, and the last time she did this was when she would call Adriel for updates on his college life. Friendless, Adelaide had become very dependent on her children for attention and affection, and would call Adriel even though he was extremely busy attending University. This entire situation was puzzling to Lilith, but a huge shock came to her when she looked at the oven’s clock. It was 11:45 PM.
It all had to be a coincidence. It couldn’t be that significant. Her mother was either in a strange state of being, or lied about her trauma. It wasn’t until her mother said something into the phone that a horrific realization crept up Lilith’s spine and raised the hairs on her neck. “Any new friends Adriel?” These words rushed emotions into Lilith’s mind, and in a fit of panic she ran into the kitchen and screamed, “What the h--- do you think you’re doing?” Her mother frantically turned and looked at her daughter with a horrified expression. “DON’T YOU DARE INTERRUPT YOUR BROTHER!” she yelled all while knocking her chair over. Lilith went to grab the phone and calm her mother, but everything took a turn for the worse. As soon as Lilith knocked the phone out of her mother’s hand, she went back to the senile mental state she had exhibited before. Sitting her mother down on a soft couch in the living room, she then paced back to the kitchen to hang the phone up. She reached for the device, ready to hang it up on the phone-rack. She expected the phone to be unused, with nobody on the other line. She was wrong. From the phone she heard a noise unlike anything before. It wasn’t comparable to static in any way. The phone bellowed intense screeching noises, almost as unbearable as a fork on a dinner plate. The sound repeated, almost as if it was a constant beat. It obviously wasn’t a person, no person could make a noise this horrifying. The sound became louder and louder, and Lilith went to throw it back on the rack to end the noises.
Lilith looked at the phone, and the screen display reflected something she hadn’t seen in years. It was Adriel’s old cell-phone number. This couldn’t be possible. His phone was destroyed in the accident.
The sound grew louder and louder. Lilith was overpowered by this noise, and it was within an instant that her memory of the night Adriel died came back. He was apparently blindsided by a large truck on a dark mountain road, on the way to visit Lilith and her mother. At the time he could have recovered if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was on the phone with Lilith and her mother. His inattentiveness of the road led him right into a lake. He drowned attempting to free himself from his seatbelt. In the cold of the lake’s water, he died under the moonlight.
As soon as she hung it up the sound ended. The horrific screeching was gone, and her mother lay safely away from the phone on the couch. Using her cell phone, Lilith called the police to her house. They took a report on the events of the night, but when the phone number was investigated it turned up to only be registered to Adriel’s old phone. There was no way that this could be possible. Adriel’s phone was lost in the accident, and was never recovered from the lake. 
Over the months to come, Lilith celebrated her eighteenth birthday alone after registering her mother into a caretaking facility where she could be kept safely without any disturbance. The night of the phone call and the night of her brother’s death both reigned equally as traumatic to her at this point. Whatever it was that Lilith’s mother was talking to was sinister, and the fact that this had gone on for so long was shocking to her. She tried to forget it, and underwent weekly visits to a therapist to discuss her trauma. Eventually she moved into a dorm for college, and her life seemed to finally be free of any burden. Time continued to flow by and life seemed to be finally getting back on track for her, until one Wednesday night at 11:45 in her dark college dorm-room, her cell phone began to ring.