Goodreads asked Hillary Marek:

Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?

Hillary Marek The ticking of the timer echoing it's decent with seven ticks between each ring of the phone, that started so fast but somehow becoming slower in that final minute of tourure, equally terrified that he would pick up and trigger the explosive, but also filled with the hope that he wouldn't and I would be released.
Tick, tick, slower, t i c k, tick, tick, ring, the final three seconds, tick ti-"Hello?"

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