Last night I was rushed out of the house by a friend to catch the opening act at a local bar’s music night. A few drinks later, I realized I had lost my phone. I checked everywhere, even in the restrooms. Nothing. I ended up using my friend’s phone to call mine.
The phone rang twice — someone picked up, giggled with a low and raspy voice, and hung up. I tried again, but nobody responded anymore. In the end, I gave up and headed home. I found my phone on the nightstand, right where I had left it.
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Horor"Whatever you do, don't fall asleep." . . . . Short stories to read at night or to tell at sleepovers and create an amazing and spooky atmosphere around yourself.
