My Best Friend Vanished After Our Last Phone Call
The last time I heard Mark’s voice, he was laughing.
Not his usual careless laugh. This one was tight. Forced. The sound someone makes when they’re scared but trying not to show it.
“Hey… if anything happens to me, promise me you’ll go to my apartment,” he said.
I laughed. “What are you talking about? You watch too much crime TV.”
There was a long pause.
“Just promise.”
I did.
That was the last thing I ever said to my best friend.
1. The Friend Who Never Went Silent
Mark wasn’t the type to disappear.
We met in college. Same dorm. Same late-night pizza runs. Same dreams of getting rich before 30. No matter how busy he got, Mark always called.
If he went quiet for one day, that meant something was wrong.
After that strange phone call, he vanished.
No texts.
No calls.
No social media activity.
Three days passed.
On the fourth day, I drove to his apartment.
2. His Apartment Looked Erased
The door was locked.
That was odd—Mark never locked it when he was home.
I used the spare key he gave me years ago.
Inside, the place was too clean.
Not “normal clean.”
Empty clean.
No clothes in the closet.
No laptop on the desk.
No photos on the wall.
It looked like someone had deleted his entire life.
On the kitchen counter, I found one thing:
A black notebook.
My chest tightened.
3. The Notebook He Always Hid
Mark carried that notebook everywhere but never let anyone touch it.
“There are things in here I can’t put online,” he once said.
I opened to the first page.
If you're reading this, I didn’t solve it in time.
My hands started shaking.
Page after page listed things I never knew:
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Massive debt
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Shady business deals
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People following him
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Threats written in all caps
Then I reached an entry from two days before our last call:
They told me if I speak to anyone, they’ll make me disappear.
My stomach dropped.
That phone call…
He was asking for help.
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4. The Number I Was Never Meant to Dial
Tucked inside the notebook was a single piece of folded paper.
One phone number.
No name.
I stared at it for a full minute before calling.
It rang once.
Twice.
A man picked up.
“Who gave you this number?” he asked.
“My friend, Mark. He’s missing,” I said.
Silence.
Then he replied quietly:
“You shouldn’t be looking for him.”
The call cut.
Ten seconds later, my phone buzzed.
Unknown Number:
Stop digging if you want to stay alive.
That was the moment I knew Mark wasn’t missing.
He was taken.
5. The Location That Shouldn’t Have Arrived
Two nights later, I heard a car slow down outside my building at 1:47 AM.
When I checked the street, it was gone.
But on my doorstep was an envelope.
Inside was a handwritten address.
No note.
No explanation.
I told myself to ignore it.
I didn’t.
The address led to an abandoned shipping warehouse outside the city.
Rust on the doors. Broken lights. Security cameras smashed.
Inside, I found:
Mark’s watch.
Cracked.
Still stained with dry blood.
And scratched into the wall were three words:
“I tried to escape.”
6. The Police Didn’t Want This Case
I reported everything.
The calls. The notebook. The warehouse.
They listened.
They took notes.
Then a detective pulled me aside and said:
“You need to walk away from this. Whoever took your friend isn’t someone we can touch.”
That sentence told me everything.
Three days later, I received another text:
You were warned.
7. The Call That Still Wakes Me Up
Six months passed.
No arrests.
No body.
No explanations.
Life forced me to move on.
Then one night at 2:14 AM, my phone rang.
Blocked number.
I answered.
All I heard was breathing.
Then a whisper I will never forget:
“Bro… I tried.”
The line went dead.
That number never called again.
8. Some People Don’t Come Back
Mark was never found.
His family had a memorial without a body.
His social accounts remain silent.
And his notebook still sits in my closet.
Unfinished.
Some disappearances don’t get justice.
They just turn into ghosts.
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