The Phone Call

Posted: October 13, 2014 in blog, ghost stories, Halloween, paranormal activity, scary, Uncategorized
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The girl came home from school to an empty house everyday. Her mom worked and would be home around 5. Her daily routine was to come in, and immediately call her mom at work to let her know she was safe at home. Everyday she called, the same lady answered the phone. “Hi Brenda”, the girl said. “Can I speak to my mom, please?” The lady on the other end, who recognized the girls voice, said “Sure thing hun, hold on.” Every day it was the same thing. The girl would talk to her mom and tell her that she was ok. Tell her about homework or if she had an easy day. Then the girl would say good bye, hang up and ransack the kitchen for goodies to eat.

One Monday afternoon, she got home from school and did her usual thing.  All the teachers gave some kind of homework today for some reason. But not letting it get to her, she proceeded to call her mom. When Brenda answered the phone, “Thank you for calling YCH, how can I direct your call?” The girl thought, knowing Brenda’s voice, that she sounded kind of sad today. The girl responded by saying “Hi Brenda, how are you?” The voice on the other end said “I’m good, how about you?”  “Ok, lots of homework tho, can I speak to mom.”  “Ok hun.” She always called her hun. The girl laughed at this thought and said thank you. When her mom came on the other end, the girl started telling her about her day. She was in good spirits, besides the mound of homework that awaited her. In her ramblings to her mom she said, “I think it’s funny how Brenda always calls me hun.” Her mom became quiet for a moment, then said, “Brenda died over the weekend, she had a heart attack.” The girl froze, not knowing what to say. Silence. Her mom spoke, “Are you ok?” No words could form from the girls mouth. Thoughts ran through her head. Lots of thoughts. What…How could…who was that that had answered the phone? How did they know who to transfer the call to? She started to cry and hung up the phone. Several minutes later, the phone rang. She answered, trying to control the tears. It was her mom. “Honey, are you alright?” “It’s ok to cry. I will be home soon.” The girl nodded and squeaked out a tiny ok and hung the phone up once more.

 

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