We move into a two story house. I've see the owners left some of their stuff behind. Some covered up furniture and this one olden day wall phone. It is a pastel yellow, it's cute and all, but isn't for us. Chloe, my youngest, runs to me, scared, like she has seen a ghost, she tells me to not answer the phone. But its strange to me because the wall phone doesnt even work. I thought she was playing pretend so I played along with her. I answer the dead phone, i thought I would have heard silence on the phone, but, phone wasn't...