The Interrupted Call
When I first moved into my house, which was built in 1929, I knew it was different, even though I was just ten years old. I heard about the living room fire and how after an abduction of a neighbor's little girl, the family who occupied the house chose to leave; that was in 1934.
My house was abandoned for over five years, so long that homeless people dwelled here for a while, even creating a bonfire in the living room to stay warm. I know what happened because they told me. Yes, I use to be a ghost hunter, but I stopped because I know the evil that comes about even when deliberately not dealing with demons.
Great tragedies lay unspoken on this very spot. Local ghost hunters have tried to free the girl that was kidnapped and murdered behind my house. No, I've told them countless times, it was IN my abandoned house, directly behind the supposed death spot of the girl. Do they listen to me? No! They never will.
One time, I was on the phone with my friend Dallas, and we were speaking of these incidents when suddenly static came on the line. The day before, a friend of a friend told me ghosts would come to me and I would have to help them. This came to mind when the static went on for a while, and then even more so when a voice interrupted the call. It was crying and screaming. It scared me so badly I actually believed I was witnessing a real life emergency.
I told my friend Dallas to call me back because there was some type of interference on the line. He waited five minutes, then called back. When Dallas called back, the static started again with the same crying noise, but this time someone was saying something. It sounded like a child's voice, but I couldn't make out what it was saying.
I kept yelling, "What? What are you saying?"
Then I heard, "I want my mommy and daddy!"
Thinking this was a joke, I told Dallas, "Call me back again!" When I put the phone down, I began to speak to the ghost: "I'm checking around the house for your mommy and daddy, but if you want me to understand, come back on the line when Dallas calls back and tell me more."
When Dallas called back, the static began once again, only this time a male voice made itself clear on the line. It said, "Are you checking?"
"What? Am I chicken?" I asked.
"Are you checking?" it said again.
I yelled again, "What? Am I chicken? I don't understand!"
Then the voice screamed in my ear: "Are you checking? Are you fucking checking?" It screamed with a growl so intense that I was deafened. The sound made my ears ring. The speaker knew I had used the word checking, but I was all alone and Dallas was off the line at the time.
The next day, my ear was still throbbing painfully. To this very day, Dallas still won't talk about what happened, but I know that it did. It was evil and it was real.
