The Call
Ring, ring, ring
goes the old telephone.
It's late at night and she's all alone.
Should she answer,
or should she decline,
the stranger on, the other line?
Her hand hovers above the device.
Yet, curiosity was always her vice.
She picks up.
Says hello.
Only, the dial tone.
It was strange to get a call so late,
little did she know, of her fate.
Ring, ring, ring goes the old telephone.
A voice this time, much to her dismay,
" You've made your choice, time to pay."
In her fear, a shadow appears.
Heart beating wildly, she spins around.
Ring, ring, ring
goes the old telephone.
