Title: Don’t Call IShowSpeed at 3AM
I didn’t even like his streams that much.
Sure, I’d seen the clips—him barking at the camera, screaming over horror games, chanting “SIUUU” like his life depended on it. Typical chaotic internet stuff. But I never thought I’d actually try one of those stupid “3AM challenges.”
It started as a joke.
My friend Marcus sent me a number he found on some sketchy forum. The post was titled:
“He picked up.”
“He knew my name.”
“Bro don’t do it he ain’t human.”
Obviously fake.
So at 2:58 AM, I saved the number.
At 2:59 AM, I laughed.
At 3:00 AM, I pressed call.
The phone rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then it clicked.
Silence.
No greeting. No background noise.
Just breathing.
Heavy breathing.
“Hello?” I said, trying not to laugh.
The breathing stopped.
Then I heard it.
Soft at first.
“…SIUUUU…”
I almost dropped my phone.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t energetic like in his videos. It was distorted. Dragged out. Wet.
“Very funny,” I said. “Marcus, you’re not slick.”
Then the voice spoke again.
“You called me.”
It sounded like him. Almost exactly like IShowSpeed.
But deeper.
Glitched.
Like multiple voices layered together.
“I—I just wanted to see if this was real,” I muttered.
Silence.
Then:
“Look outside.”
My stomach dropped.
I live on the second floor.
My blinds were closed.
Slowly, I turned my head toward the window.
I told myself not to.
I told myself this was fake.
But I did it anyway.
I peeled the blinds open just enough to see the street below.
At first, nothing.
Then—
Under the streetlight.
A figure.
Standing completely still.
Red shirt.
Shorts.
Head tilted at an unnatural angle.
Even from that distance, I could see the smile.
Too wide.
Too stretched.
My phone crackled.
“Why you whispering?” the voice said. “You scared?”
The figure outside jerked its head upward.
Directly at me.
My phone buzzed with static. The screen flickered. The call timer started counting backwards.
2:59
2:58
2:57
“That’s not possible…” I whispered.
The thing outside started twitching.
Then barking.
Loud. Animalistic. Not human.
“OPEN THE DOOR!” it screamed — but the voice came from my phone, not outside.
Then both.
In perfect sync.
“OPEN THE DOOR!”
My front door downstairs rattled violently.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
I hung up.
The noise stopped instantly.
Silence swallowed the house.
My heart was beating so loud I could hear it in my ears.
After a full minute, I forced myself to look outside again.
The streetlight flickered.
The figure was gone.
I didn’t sleep.
At 3:33 AM, my phone buzzed.
Unknown Number.
A text message.
It was a picture.
Taken from inside my room.
Behind me.
I could see myself in the image.
Standing at the window.
And in the corner of the photo—
Something crouched on my ceiling.
Red shirt.
Head twisted backwards.
Smiling.
Another message came through.
“You didn’t let me in.”
Then my phone rang again.
I never answered.
But every night since then, at exactly 3:00 AM, my phone vibrates.
Even when it’s turned off.
Even when the battery is dead.
And last night…
I heard barking.
Inside the house.
So yeah.
Believe me or don’t.
Just remember one thing.
Whatever you do.
Don’t call IShowSpeed at 3AM.
I didn’t even like his streams that much.
Sure, I’d seen the clips—him barking at the camera, screaming over horror games, chanting “SIUUU” like his life depended on it. Typical chaotic internet stuff. But I never thought I’d actually try one of those stupid “3AM challenges.”
It started as a joke.
My friend Marcus sent me a number he found on some sketchy forum. The post was titled:
Underneath, there were dozens of replies.
“He picked up.”
“He knew my name.”
“Bro don’t do it he ain’t human.”
Obviously fake.
So at 2:58 AM, I saved the number.
At 2:59 AM, I laughed.
At 3:00 AM, I pressed call.
The phone rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then it clicked.
Silence.
No greeting. No background noise.
Just breathing.
Heavy breathing.
“Hello?” I said, trying not to laugh.
The breathing stopped.
Then I heard it.
Soft at first.
“…SIUUUU…”
I almost dropped my phone.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t energetic like in his videos. It was distorted. Dragged out. Wet.
“Very funny,” I said. “Marcus, you’re not slick.”
Then the voice spoke again.
“You called me.”
It sounded like him. Almost exactly like IShowSpeed.
But deeper.
Glitched.
Like multiple voices layered together.
“I—I just wanted to see if this was real,” I muttered.
Silence.
Then:
“Look outside.”
My stomach dropped.
I live on the second floor.
My blinds were closed.
Slowly, I turned my head toward the window.
I told myself not to.
I told myself this was fake.
But I did it anyway.
I peeled the blinds open just enough to see the street below.
At first, nothing.
Then—
Under the streetlight.
A figure.
Standing completely still.
Red shirt.
Shorts.
Head tilted at an unnatural angle.
Even from that distance, I could see the smile.
Too wide.
Too stretched.
My phone crackled.
“Why you whispering?” the voice said. “You scared?”
The figure outside jerked its head upward.
Directly at me.
My phone buzzed with static. The screen flickered. The call timer started counting backwards.
2:59
2:58
2:57
“That’s not possible…” I whispered.
The thing outside started twitching.
Then barking.
Loud. Animalistic. Not human.
“OPEN THE DOOR!” it screamed — but the voice came from my phone, not outside.
Then both.
In perfect sync.
“OPEN THE DOOR!”
My front door downstairs rattled violently.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
I hung up.
The noise stopped instantly.
Silence swallowed the house.
My heart was beating so loud I could hear it in my ears.
After a full minute, I forced myself to look outside again.
The streetlight flickered.
The figure was gone.
I didn’t sleep.
At 3:33 AM, my phone buzzed.
Unknown Number.
A text message.
It was a picture.
Taken from inside my room.
Behind me.
I could see myself in the image.
Standing at the window.
And in the corner of the photo—
Something crouched on my ceiling.
Red shirt.
Head twisted backwards.
Smiling.
Another message came through.
“You didn’t let me in.”
Then my phone rang again.
I never answered.
But every night since then, at exactly 3:00 AM, my phone vibrates.
Even when it’s turned off.
Even when the battery is dead.
And last night…
I heard barking.
Inside the house.
So yeah.
Believe me or don’t.
Just remember one thing.
Whatever you do.
Don’t call IShowSpeed at 3AM.
