horror story: the phone card

Okay I wasn't going to post this but it's been messing with me.

So my aunt is one of those people who goes out constantly but just. refuses to own a cell phone. she uses payphones. like actual payphones. so she'd buy these prepaid phone cards in packs of 100 from a convenience store, the kind that have advertisements all over them, and just work through the stack one by one.

One day she pulls out a card and it's... different.

No ads. Just a photo. A woman in her 50s, fully made up, really carefully done makeup, laying with her eyes closed, completely surrounded by white flowers.

My aunt is also in her 50s. She said seeing a woman her own age just. laying there like that. gave her a really bad feeling. She figured someone must've gotten a custom card printed and it somehow ended up mixed into the pack.

"Gross. I'm using this one first to get rid of it."

So the next time she needs to make a call outside she grabs that card and goes to a payphone. She inserts it, dials the number.

Nothing. No dial tone. No ringing. Nothing.

She dials again.

Still nothing. And then.

Faint. Very faint. From somewhere far away.

"This way. Come in this way."

She figured it was a crossed line or something. Hung up, picked up the receiver again.

The voice came back. Louder this time.

"It's your turn now."

"...hello?"

Silence after that. Just silence.

She went home and showed her daughter. "This card is WEIRD." And her daughter looked at it and SCREAMED.

"Don't use that card!!"

So my aunt actually looked at the photo closely this time.

The flowers surrounding the woman.

All chrysanthemums.

And the woman's nose.

There was cotton stuffed in it.