Wrong Number

     “Must’ve been a wrong number,” Marcy said to Tina and Lacy. She stuck the pink phone back in her pocket.
     “Did they say anything? I hate it when someone just calls and, like, breathes into the phone. It’s so creepy,” Tina said, laughing nervously.
     “Does that happen to you a lot?” Marcy asked, looking at Tina. “Because that actually is creepy, and you should tell someone.”
     Everybody liked Marcy. She was cute, blond, and nice to everyone without fail. Other girls at school tried to start rumors about her, but they couldn’t bring themselves to do it. She was just so genuinely nice! They felt this way even though there always seemed to be a group of boys orbiting around her, vying for attention, but she took it in stride. 
     “What are you guys gonna be for the Halloween party tonight?” asked Lacy, checking her texts.
     “Oh. I don’t know if I’ll be able to go,” Marcy said, looking up at the sky. “I might be taking the twins trick-or-treating.”
     Tina stopped in her tracks. “Marcy. You HAVE to go. Derek will be there, and I heard he’s finally gonna ask you out!” She did a little dance. “He’s sooooo hot. You have to say yes!”
     Marcy’s phone rang again. “Huh. It’s the same unknown number.” She answered it. “Hello? Who is this?”
     A weirdly modulated voice spoke. “Bring the package to the statue at Green and Vine tonight at midnight. Come alone.
     “What? What package? Who is this?”
     “Come alone. If you don’t, you’re dead.” 
     Marcy hung up.
     Tina and Lacy had continued walking, and looked behind to see why Marcy hadn’t caught up. “Hey, who was it?”
     “I’m not sure. Some kind of wrong number.” The clear blue sky and birds singing did not make Marcy feel any better.
     “Are you ok?” Lacy asked, still looking at her phone. 
     “Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” Marcy said. “So, tell me all about your costume for the party.”
     Lacy looked up. “Oh, Pete and I aren't wearing costumes.” 
     Marcy smiled. “I hope you guys have a lot of fun,” she said. “What about you, Tina?”
     “I haven’t decided. Listen, are you sure you’re ok? You look sort of pale.”
     “I’m fine. Thank you for being concerned, but I’ve just got a big test tomorrow to think about. See you later!”
     She waved and walked off in the other direction, trailed by a few admirers.
     Back at home, Marcy said hi to the twins, who eagerly asked if she was taking them trick-or-treating. Smiling, she told them she’d be happy to, but she needed to do some studying first.
     She went to her room and sat at her desk, staring out the window for a few minutes. Heavy, gray clouds were piling up and covering the blue sky of earlier. Marcy sighed and looked at her history notes.
     Her phone rang.
     “Hello? Is this some kind of Halloween prank? If you don’t tell me who you are, I’m calling the police.”
     “Don’t hang up again. I’m watching you. Bring the package to Green and Vine, alone." 
     “I don’t know what you mean! I don’t have any package. I’m in high school. You have the wrong number!” Marcy felt desperate.
     “Don’t play games with me. Bring it. Or you die.”
     Marcy heard a dial tone.
     What am I going to do? She looked wildly around her room. It has to be a wrong number! I can’t possibly have anything he wants.
     Feeling like a zombie, Marcy ate dinner and dressed up as a detective to take the twins trick-or-treating. The air was cool, and though the clouds remained, no rain fell on the revelers.
     She had ten texts from Tina and Lacy, all variations of: MARCY. You’re coming to the party, right?
     Glancing up at the sky, Marcy guessed she didn’t have a reason NOT to go. Yeah. Be there soon.
     The party was loud and crowded, and Derek did ask Marcy out, although after remarking, “A detective? What kind of lame costume is that?”
     “It’s better than your stupid pirate outfit,” she said, stung. “Why would I go out with someone who insults me?”
     The people around them stopped talking. Had Marcy just snapped at someone? It couldn’t be true.
     Marcy looked around. “What are you all looking at? Can’t I be human sometimes?”
     She ran out the front door, all the way back home.
     Her phone rang. “I saw you at the party. Tell no one where you're going.
     Marcy gripped the phone tightly. “Ok, ok, I'm bringing it!  I’ll see you at midnight.”
     She still had no clue what package the caller could possibly mean, but she wrapped some socks in a box and tucked it under her arm at 11:45 as she slid open her bedroom window. 
     Here goes nothing, Marcy said under her breath as the chilly wind blew harder, scattering the clouds across the sky. 
     Ten minutes later, she reached the statue. A figure dressed as the grim reaper stepped out of the shadows, the hood masking his face. A gun flashed in his hands. 
     “Did you bring the package?” the reaper asked in a low whisper.
     “Yeah,” Marcy said, throwing the box at his feet. “Knock yourself out.”
     She shuddered as the clouds moved overhead and the moon peaked out.
     The reaper tore open the box to find socks and pointed the gun at Marcy, enraged. As his eyes fell on her, he froze, the gun clattering uselessly to the pavement.
     “I’m a werewolf, dumbass. I know those aren’t silver bullets. And I told you it was the wrong number.”