Phone call from the future
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Last published Tue, Jan 23, 2024
You went to an abandoned house near the river only to find a used, non-working phone in there. You take it with the intention to make some decent money of it but...something is really strange. One day you get a phone call from the old phone. The voice on the other side sounds really familiar... who is that talking to you from a phone straight out of 1970??
*-I'm really sorry if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes in this story. My first language isn't English. I still hope you enjoy this story!-*
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