This wicked old phone, always silent and unplugged…suddenly buzzing, thrusting and burning my ears!
Who’d have this number? At this time of night? Perhaps a phantom operator? An ancient and spooky party line? Someone in tears?
It won’t stop ringing, so I shakily grasp the relic, accepting the inflated charges, outta curiosity, and an ample amount of fear…….
Oh, sorry, wrong number, hee hee! – click. Oh…Kay…so that really freaks me out and grinds my ghost hunting’ gears.
