"Hello?"

There was no answer on the other line except for the rhythmic sound of heavy breathing.

"H-H-Hello?"

No answer. Still just breathing.

Frightened, the older teen, whose eyes were lined in black, ended the call quickly with the touch of a button. For a few minutes, he sat in silence until his phone began to ring again, sending shivers down his spine. Bill hesitantly picked up his cell phone once more; putting it up to his ear and pressing the button that let the call come through.

"Stop calling me you fucking psycho!" He screamed into his cell, wishing that all of the madness would end soon.

It all started about six months ago. Bill and his twin brother, Tom, were probably the most famous teenagers in Germany. Every girl (and quite a few guys) wanted to get into their pants. But the real secret, that only on Georg and Gustav (their fellow band members) knew, was that the two brothers were "romantically involved" with one another.

The two G's didn't care much as they most likely always knew. From the day they met the Kaulitz twins, they had witnessed them constantly hanging off each other. Bill would almost always sit on Tom's lap and they both always felt the need to touch each other no matter what was going on. Anyways, all of this madness started about six months ago.

Bill and Tom were backstage after a show, their tongues tied and their lips locked, when all of a sudden, Bill's phone started ringing. Breaking their kiss, Bill pulled back from his twin and started to move his hand to his pocket. Tom smacked his brother's hand away and then grabbed it tightly in his own, pushing his back sharply into the wall.

"Just ignore it." He demanded, forcefully crushing Bill's lips with his own.

The continuous train of kissing, groping, moaning, and groaning continued on for a few more minutes until they were rudely interrupted by Bill's phone going off once again.

"Sorry, Tom. What if it's something really important?" Bill apologized to Tom as he broke their kiss once again.

He reached into his pocket and quickly rushed to dig out his cell phone. Bill flipped it open and stared at the screen. He didn't recognize the number. Usually, if it was one of his friends, they were in the phone's memory and their name would light up on the screen but this was just a number. He pressed the "talk" button on his phone and held it to his ear.

"Hello, this is Bill." He answered politely while Tom was shooting him daggers with his eyes.

An unfamiliar deep voice laughed on the other end. It was one of those horror movie laughs. The kind of laugh that sends shivers down your spine and makes your hair stand on end. The kind of laugh that makes you check your closet at night and sleep under the covers for the next few weeks.

"W-W-Who i-i-is t-this?" Bill asked shakily, fear spreading through his core.

A look of concern mixed with curiosity spread over Tom's face. He was about to ask Bill what was wrong but Bill immediately closed his phone, hanging up on the caller. Tom watched his twin clutch his phone to his chest and slowly slide down the wall. He quickly sat next to Bill, wrapping his arm around the back of his brother's shoulders.

"What's wrong, babe? You look like the world just ran out of eyeliner." Tom noted as he gave Bill's shoulders a squeeze.

"N-Nothing…it must have just been a prank call or something…" He smiled reassuringly to his brother.

These "prank calls" to Bill would happen around every other week, but they slowly started to get more and more frequent. It was always the same thing; heavy breathing and the same cryptic laughter. It slowly started to wear on Bill and he wouldn't sleep because of the fear that those calls placed in him. It didn't take much for Tom to realize that whatever happened on the phone wasn't just prank calling. Once the calling had increased to a few times every day, Bill finally broke down and told his brother.

"They're happening every fucking day and I don't know who the fuck it is! All I hear is breathing and then this sick, twisted laughing and, God Tom, it's driving me nuts." Bill cried in frustration on Tom's shoulder.

"Well then, can't you just memorize the number and not answer when you see it?" Tom suggested; his arms securely locked around his little brother's delicate frame.

"I tried, Tom! I really did, but the number keeps changing!" He whined, burying his face in Tom's oversized shirt.

Tom had finally come up with a solution. He decided to get his brother a new cell phone that he could use. Tom carefully instructed Bill not to give out his new phone's number to anyone except those close to him. Bill obviously did what he was told and for the next month or so, everything was peaceful and was getting back to normal until one night when Bill was surfing the web in his down time, an IM from someone he didn't know popped up.

UrOutOfMilk Says: Hello, Bill.

Bill blinked, staring at the computer. His eyes focused on the person's screen name, wondering what in God's name it was supposed to mean. Slowly, he slipped out of his chair and tip-toed over to the next room to check if Tom was playing some practical joke on him. When he reached the room, he saw Tom knocked out on the couch, tossing and turning.

"Not the dreads! Anything but the dreads!" Tom moaned in his sleep, causing Bill to force himself to suppress a giggle.

Shaking his head at his brother, Bill stalked back off to his room to face his computer. He sat back down on his computer, his nose nearly touching the screen as he read, noticing that another message had been sent.

UrOutOfMilk Says: I know you're there, Bill.

99LuftBalloons Says: Who is this? Georg? Gustav?

UrOutOfMilk Says: I'm afraid not. Have you been enjoying your time without me, Bill?

Bill blinked and raised his eyebrow. He had no idea what "UrOutOfMilk" was saying but he knew for a fact that it was creeping him out. Shaking his head, Bill closed out of the conversation and continued on searching the internet for nothing in particular. About five minutes later, the little conversation window popped back up, causing him to groan in frustration.

UrOutOfMilk Says: You know, Bill…Its common courtesy to answer when someone is talking to you.

Bill was about to close out of the conversation again when another message popped back up.

UrOutOfMilk Says: So you want to play that way, do you Bill? Well fine, but you'll be regretting it later.

UrOutOfMilk has signed off

Bill's eyes stayed glued on the last line that was written. Slowly, he looked around the room to make sure that he was alone but he wasn't satisfied. Bill tumbled out of his chair and ran around his room, turning on every light he could. Getting on his knees, Bill looked under his bed, followed by his closet, then behind the curtains. When he was finally satisfied, he climbed back into his chair, signing out of every messenger he had to avoid whoever was trying to contact him.

Humming to himself, Bill continued to browse the net. He was interrupted, however, when his new cell phone started ringing. Wondering who the hell would be calling him that late, Bill grabbed his phone and without looking, turned it on and held it to his ear.

"Hello?" He answered.

Once more, there was no answer back on the other line. As panic started to run through his veins, the voice on the other side broke the silence.

"Hey, Bill, It's Gustav! Sorry, I accidently put you on hold when you answered."

Bill breathed a sigh of relief and sunk into his chair. He continued to talk with his friend for the next hour or so which eased him out of the state of hysteria he was slowly slipping into. After he and Gustav got off the phone, Bill crawled into the bed he shared with Tom, letting his brother stay out on the couch.

He was about to drift off into the dream world when he was immediately brought back to reality; his cell phone was going off once more. Groaning and thinking it was Gustav and he had forgotten to say something, Bill picked up his cell and answered it.

"God Gustav, can't it wait for tomorrow?" He whined into his phone.

On the other line came the eerie and chilling laughter that haunted Bill all too much in his dreams. Immediately, all of Bill's senses became heightened and his body became tense.

"W-W-Who is this?!" He nearly screamed into his phone, tears forming in his eyes.

The laughter changed back to the steady breathing and Bill could tell that whoever was tormenting him was grinning.

"H-H-How d-d-did y-you g-get this n-n-n-number?" Bill stuttered out hysterically.

Once more, the laughter came around, followed by the sound of a tone as the other end hung up on him. Bill screamed in frustration. He thought that he was free from the hell he was dealing with.

Right away, Tom appeared in Bill's doorway, moving over to collect Bill in his arms, holding him tightly. Bill spilled everything to Tom, including what had happened on the computer, leaving Tom wondering what to do next.

Bill's phone calls and IM's still continued for a while. Tom had bought Bill phone after phone after phone in an attempt to rid Bill of the demon who was tormenting him. Nothing worked. The anonymous caller continued to discover Bill's new numbers.

One night, Bill was sitting alone in the room he shared with Tom. Tom had gone out to pick up a pizza that he had ordered for the two of them. Bill stared blankly at his newest cell phone, which was ringing off the hook, never stopping. Finally he got so fed up that he picked up the expensive gadget and chucked it across the room at the wall, shattering it into pieces. Almost immediately, every single phone that Bill had, which was well in the 20's, started ringing. Each phone was located in a different part of the room and they had Bill surrounded. It was an overload for Bill. He quickly curled up in the corner of his room, screaming. The screaming and calling continued until Tom got home around 20 minutes later.

The second Tom entered their bedroom, the phones all stopped ringing; leaving Bill's once drowned out scream to echo throughout the entire apartment. Tom rushed over to his brother and pulled him into a tight embrace, kissing the top of his head, rocking him back and forth. Tom was completely clueless as to what they should do next; which is where we left off.

"Hello?"

There was no answer on the other line except for the rhythmic sound of heavy breathing.

"H-H-Hello?"

No answer. Still just breathing.

Frightened, the older teen, whose eyes were lined in black, ended the call quickly with the touch of a button. For a few minutes, he sat in silence until his phone began to ring again, sending shivers down his spine. Bill hesitantly picked up his cell phone once more; putting it up to his ear and pressing the button that let the call come through.

"Stop calling me you fucking psycho!" He screamed into his cell, wishing that all of the madness would end soon.

"I wouldn't be so rude if I were you, Bill." The voice instructed him.

Shock ran through Bill's entire body. It was the first time he had heard his harasser talk and the sound of his voice was enough to give Bill a heart attack. Bill started to ask who the caller was, when he was interrupted mid-sentence.

"I've been watching you for quite some time."