The Call 1

I woke up with a start by the noisy, electric hum of my mobile phone under my pillow. Swearing loudly and rubbing my eyes irritably with clenched fists I glanced at the watch. 6 am? Who the hell was phoning me at six on a sunday morning?
I snatched up the phone, jabbing the answer button violently.
"Hello?" I snapped groggily.
Nothing. But wait... I paused and listened closely. Sharp, hard breathing crackled down the line.
"Anyone there?" I demanded. I wasn't in the mood for prank calls this early in the morning.
The breathing seemed to stop, silence. I was about to hang up when-
"Als, is that you?"
My heart fluttered, no one called me that, no one except...
"Yes" I replied sharply, suddenly wide awake, "Yeah this is Ally, who's calling?"
"Als?" The voice was barely an unused whisper, "Ally it's me, it's Danny."
I threw the phone across the room with a small shriek and my heart thudded painfully. The words rung in my head.
It's me, Danny...
I had to be dreaming. This isn't real. It can't be...
This isn't possible. I hadn't heard my brother Danny's voice in over a year now, because one day Danny just disappeared. And two months ago the police had found the body that confirmed my brother was dead...