Telecommunications

The peal of a telephone permeated the darkness.
"Not yet."
Silence muffled the emptiness.
"Soon."
I twitched nervously.
"Its got to be soon."
Resonance assaulted my ears again.
"No, too soon, too soon.."
The reverberations intensified, as if sensing my reluctance.
"I can't.. I won't.."
I reached out my hand.
"Please no, no.."
The noise reached a crescendo.
"Hello?"
"LET'S PLAY HANG UP ON THE CALLER!"
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep."
"Bastards."
The sound suddenly reinstated itself.
"Oh for the love of pool!"
But it was a much deeper voice than answered.
"You've been hiding from us."
"N-no, I, I was just going.."
"Did you think we would not notice?"
"No, I wasn't, I'm not.."
"There is a team on their way."
"Oh, I.."
"I trust you won't try and tricks this time."
"No, of course not.."
"We will be in touch."
Not only did the line then go dead, but the phone started warping, and seeping molten plastic through my fingers. I cried out, and threw the phone away from me. Soon the only evidence of the exchange was a slight darkening in the floor and an odour suffusing the air, that had nothing to do with the consumption of curries.
I sank to the floor, utterly spent. Then jumped up, slamming my hands into the beams, relashing the agony as inch long splinters bit into my flesh. And then I screamed. Shrieked at my self fashioned prison. Brandashing my arms at my confines, grinning as warm blood splattered the walls.
"Oh what use is sanity on a night like this?!"
And what use is sanity ever?