A New Take On A Popular Meme Horror Story

Here's a story I wrote that was going to end up on the /x/ board of 4chan. For some reason though they wouldn't allow me to post it so it's going here. SO for all of you who don't know what 4chan is just know that the basic plot of this story is not my original idea. The way I wrote it is though.


So I was chillin with my girl at my house. It started gettin hot and heavy you know how it goes, y'know y'know. The phone started ringing but we ignored it. We were busy with other things. Hands intertwined, lips locked, Lust engaged. The ringing stopped, but then immediately started again. This happened three times, and on the fourth I gave in, broke lips with my girl saying that I'm sorry but someone obviously thinks something is really important and went to go get the phone. I was feeling kinda pissed off and said "hello" in a frustrated tone. I was immediately regretting that decision however as the man on the other side said he was my girl's father. He inquired about his daughters whereabouts, so I said. "oh hello sir, yes your daughter is over here" in my most respectful, apologetic, and fearful tone. He laughed, said some things that made me believe he was one of those cool dads, and told me just to bring her home before it got dark. I was all relieved when I went back to my girl. I sat down and was about to initiate the action again, but she said "who was it?"
"oh it was just your dad wanting you to be home for supper”, I chuckled. “He seems really cool" I said while closing my eyes in contented remembrance of the awesome conversation with her respectful, but obviously down to earth father. However when I opened my eyes the grotesquely fearful face my girl now wore upon her jolted me out of my good vibes daydreamin’. Her eyes were wider than her sweet sexy birthing hips. I then inquired “whatever is the problem?” She faltered at first. Her throat had become very dry and to speak caused her to cough immensely. After the fit of throat tearing coughs that racked her body we were both on the floor, and I was very worried. “baby you gotta tell me whats wrong, I’m starting to freak out” her throat still parched she let out a wisp of a sentence.
“That can’t be my father; he’s been dead for five years”
I stumbled back into the glass end-table knocking it over and shattering it along with the things it held. I held out my hands to catch the wall, but none was there and the shift in my weight threw me to the floor into the broken glass. My face bloodied I dashed to the bathroom. Fumbling about I managed to find the antiseptic but my shaking hands betrayed me and I got a face full of hydrochloric acid. The pain was so immense that when I looked around for the sudden draft of wind I felt upon my face I was suddenly outside not knowing how I got there. A dead blackened charred hill rose in the distance underneath an orange and red streaked bleak feeling and hopeless sky. I stumbled up the slope. My girl was there. Tears cascaded from her eyes, her makeup ran, and her hair was askew.
I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her hard.
“what did you say?”
“My father has been dead fo-“ The amount of air leaving my chest made it feel as though I would never inhale again as my breath exploded from my body,
“BUT THEN WHO WAS PHONE?”