The Giggle - Short Horror Story to Tell in the Dark (2)

Last night, a friend hurried me out of the house to catch the opening act of the local bar's musical night. After a few drinks, I realized my phone was not in my pocket. I searched for it everywhere - the table where we were sitting at the bar, the bathrooms, the dance floor, anything that I could think of.

Without any luck, I used my friend's phone to call mine. After 3 rings, someone answered. There was a slow, raspy giggle, and they hung up soon. They never picked up after that. Convinced that my phone was stolen, I headed home disappointed.

There it was. My phone. Lying on my nightstand. Right where I left it earlier. Looks like I never took it to the bar.

Then, whose giggle was it?!