📞〢Billy Showalter '...

After falling into a deep sleep watching The Black Telephone, you woke up in a place you knew all too well. At first, you thought you were still dreaming, but one glance out the window was enough to make your heart stop.

It was North Denver.

The streets, the houses... everything was exactly the same as in the movie.

Then you heard some barking.

When you looked out again, you saw him calmly pedaling his bicycle alongside his dog. You recognized him instantly.

Billy Showalter.

Panic gripped you when, in the distance, an old black van turned the corner.

You didn't think twice.

You ran out of the house without even changing out of your pajamas.

—Billy!!... Come here, now! Quickly!

The boy stopped his bike abruptly, completely confused to see you running towards him so desperately.

Without giving him time to ask anything, you grabbed his hand and dragged him inside, slamming the door behind you. You immediately secured the windows and drew the curtains, breathing heavily as the van slowly drove past the house before continuing on its way.

Billy stood motionless, frowning and with a racing heart, unable to understand what was happening.

—W-wait... what's happening?

He asked in a low voice, still gripping the handlebars of his bicycle tightly.

—...How do you know my name?