A Late-Night Video Call Was Meant to Be Shown to Me - Erotic Story

It was 2:11 AM. The surroundings were silent… The only sound on the street was the faint humming of the wind as it brushed through the door. Until that hour, I hadn't received any notifications or messages. But suddenly, my phone vibrated.

There was no name on the screen. No number. Just a single message:

"A VIDEO CALL IS COMING IN..."

Normally I would turn it off. But this time, as my finger reached for the screen, I felt a strange curiosity. Like someone was watching me… or like someone had to call me at that very moment.

The moment I turned on the phone, the camera automatically switched to the front camera.

The screen was dark. Or rather…there was a faint, shimmering movement in the darkness. A hazy, blurry, yet rhythmic movement.

A sound came. Like a whisper…

"Can you hear me?"

The voice was neither male nor female… it was strangely somewhere in between. And it felt as if the voice permeated the room.

Before I could even answer, the camera slowly started to focus.

The image showed a room. Purple light moved across its walls. Someone stood in the middle of the room…but their face was not visible. They were leaning towards the camera—as if they wanted to show me something.

Then I noticed a detail.

Just outside the camera, at an angle that was almost invisible, a device was vibrating. As the device's body shook, a faint shadow appeared in the image. As if the purpose of this call wasn't just to talk...

At that moment, the image zoomed in even more. The blurry figure raised its hand, extended it towards the camera, and whispered:

"You need to watch this. Because this is for you."

The screen suddenly went black. The call ended.

But the strange thing was… there was no record in the “recent calls” section of my phone. It was as if there had never been one. But there had been… because my hands were still shaking.

And just as I put the phone down on the table, the door to my room creaked open.

By itself.

There was no one there…But the door slowly opened.

And a faint purple light filtered in from the edge of the door.

When the door slowly opened, the purple light that streamed in blinded my eyes. At that moment, I couldn't feel my heart beating—it was as if there was an empty space in my chest. What was the source of that light? Why had the door opened by itself?

I got up and walked to the door. With each step, the floorboards creaked slightly, but I couldn't even hear my own voice. At that moment, only one thought was on my mind:

Could this light be connected to the video call we just made?

When I opened the door completely, the hallway was empty. The house was silent. In fact, the silence was so intense I could hear my own breathing.

But the light…the light was coming from the living room at the end of the corridor.

A purple, vibrating, pulsating light…

It looked exactly like the rhythmic vibration in the image on my phone.

As I walked down the corridor, a strange feeling welled up inside me. It was as if someone was following me every step of the way. As if someone had already made a plan to lure me into this room.

As I reached the living room door, the light intensified. A purple glow emanating from beneath the door shimmered as if dripping onto the floor.

I reached for the door. It was already ajar… but the moment I touched it, it swung open completely by itself.

And at that moment, I couldn't breathe.

There was an object in the middle of the room. Almost a familiar shape…but something that shouldn’t be here, in my house.

A round-shaped device had been placed right in the middle of my desk. Just like the vibrating device I'd seen in the video.

It was trembling. Rhythmically… As regular as the shadow of the figure in the video, as if it wanted to tell me something.

And there was a note on the table.

I reached out and took it. The note contained only a single sentence:

"Now it's your turn."

Just then, my phone vibrated again. I turned it to look at the screen.

This time a notification arrived. But it wasn't a normal notification...

"Device Connected: Compatible Bluetooth Device Found."

The name of the device it was connected to was:

"NIGHT_02_11"

This name…This time…That call…

It was all connected. Someone was watching me, knew the timing, and was about to start the game.

Another notification appeared on the phone screen:

"Enable Vibration Mode?"

As I looked at the screen, the device on the table started vibrating faster on its own.

And that's when I realized...

Through the living room window, a silhouette was looking at me from outside.

The moment I saw the silhouette in the window, time seemed to freeze for a second. It was so motionless… as if it were a part of the darkness outside. But at the same time, its eyes seemed fixed directly on me. Where was this erotic story heading?

The device on the table was still vibrating slightly. And on my phone screen, that single question was flashing:

"Enable Vibration Mode?"

I paused for a moment. Who was sending this? Why was it targeting me? And why precisely at 02:11?

Before answering, I slowly turned my head towards the window. The silhouette stepped back a little. But it didn't disappear. It was still there. It seemed to know I had noticed it.

"Who's there?" I whispered. My voice was barely audible.

No reply was received.

Just…a gesture.

The silhouette slowly tilted its head to the side—as if studying me. As if curious to see what I would do.

And at that moment, the phone vibrated on its own. The screen went black. Then an image appeared.

A video. Live. Again.

This time the camera was showing me a place that wasn't unfamiliar to me.

My living room.

But the video wasn't from my angle. It was from the ceiling... like a hidden place... like someone had placed a camera in my room.

The camera angle showed the table and the device on it. Then the image shifted slightly—I entered the camera's field of view.

I.

I was watching it live. I was watching the camera watching me.

And a voice was heard:

"Start."

At the same time, the device on the table suddenly began to vibrate much more strongly. The vibration sound filled the entire room. It was a rhythmic, steady, and pulsating frequency, just like the light in the video.

Just then I looked at the window again.

The silhouette was gone.

It was as if it had never happened.

But there was something…

In the very center of the glass, a mark drawn by a finger from the outside was visible:

02:11

The time I woke up. The time the call came in. The name of the Bluetooth connection.

Everything depended on this time. And someone was specifically pointing it out to me.

Just then, the phone vibrated again:

"Are you ready for the next stage?"

Two options appeared at the bottom of the screen:

YES – NO

The device on the table was still vibrating rhythmically. And somewhere deep inside, the purple light that had been filtering through the door began to reappear.

No matter what I did, I was already in the game.

My finger touched the screen.

YES.

The moment I clicked, the room lights went out completely. The darkness became so intense I could hear the echo of my own breathing. But the device on the table—its trembling body— created a faint glow in the darkness. And then, at that very moment, the phone came back to life.

This time there was no dark room. The image was much clearer.

There was no face, but there were hands of a silhouette. Fingers glided over that familiar device. With a slow, rhythmic, almost mesmerizing movement…

The voice was heard again. This time in a closer, warmer tone:

"You're ready."

Suddenly the scene changed. The camera angle was in my room. Again. From the ceiling.

I was watching myself. My reflection in the darkness, standing at the table. The device's light shone on my face, shadows moving across my body.

And at that moment…a movement was felt in front of the window.

I slowly turned my head.

The silhouette had returned.

But this time…it was clearer. Closer. More… real.

As the moonlight hit her face, details began to emerge: the line of her jawline, the curve of her lips, the deep glint in her eyes…

Neither man nor woman. A sharp face, yet an expression with soft undertones… It was as if they had known me for a long time.

He leaned in through the window.

Without opening the window at all. As if the window wasn't an obstacle at all.

And she whispered softly:

"I'm not just watching. I chose you."

The device vibrated more strongly on the table; the vibration sound almost merged with that whisper. I took a step back. But I couldn't take my eyes off it.

The silhouette reached its hand toward the window. A purple light seeped from its fingertips—the same light that had initiated the call that came into the house at 2:11 AM.

And that light wrote this word on the glass:

"CONTINUE."

Just then, my phone went black. Another notification appeared:

"New connection established."

The device vibrated once more…And the light suddenly went out. The silhouette in front of the window vanished. The room was enveloped in complete silence.

As if nothing had happened.

But a new note had appeared on the table, next to the device.

I hadn't put it there. The door hadn't opened. The window was locked.

I picked up the note.

It had only one sentence on it:

"This is just the beginning."

At that moment…the device stopped on its own. The room went completely dark.

And the only sound in the room…was my own heartbeat.