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With a great deal of hesitancy, she answered the phone, only to hear the same voice on the other side, which did not seem to hear hers.
"Hello?" it squelched. "Hello?""Who is this?" She asked for what seemed like the millionth time. "What do you want?"
"The coordinates are 21.5198 degrees North, by 158.2276 degrees West," the voice squelched again.
"I don't understand," she shivered and sobbed uncontrollably.
"You should understand!" The voice shouted with some interspersed static. "Unless? Where are you? Where are you right now?"
"I'm trapped," she was hysterical now. "I'm wedged inside a lava tube. I can't get out!"
"What lava tube?" The voice shouted back.
"Kaneana cave," she whispered.
"My god, it's too late," the voice went static for a second with a sense of great sadness. "The coordinates I'm sending you is for Keana cave, but you're already there."
"Who is this for shit's sake??!!" She demanded.
"It's me, Cara, I'm you, sending a message from the near future to warn you against going spelunking in the cave," her voice was clear now. "He'll be coming for me soon. The same way he'll come for you, and there's nothing you can do about it, except wait for your own death." Suddenly, there was a bloodcurdling scream, and the sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing away, and the sound of something gurgling while it ate. Then, finally, the line went dead, and all Cara Hampton could do was wait to die.
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