It was a morning like any other. I was not expecting much, my day was already planned. Weed, tv series, food and sleep.

I live in one of the most beautiful city in the world, yet I could not step outside of my home.

It was after the third puff that I began to hear the voice.

-luke, can you hear me.

I looked at the joint in my hand and thought darm that's strong shit.

-luke it's not the joint, can you hear me? You should be able to hear me. What ever you do, do not answer the phone.

This is strange I thought. I must have finally lost my mind. I slowly put the joint I the ash tray among the dead corps of many others. I decided to sleep it off, I should feel better in a while.

I slowly started drift off when I herd the voice again. It sounded like it was coming from an old radio.

-luke, you're not dreaming this, what ever happens do not answer the phone.

I bolted upright in my bed, started looking around me frantically.

Then my phone started ringing....