A few days ago, a friend called me. he John, my old school friends. It has been years I never spoke
to him, and we started to remember about silly things we've ever done together at school.
A few days later I decided to call him back, and see if we could come out with perhaps fishing or
whatever.
We spoke on the phone for a moment, and I told him "Hey, can we go out together." At first he said it
was a bad idea, but then he agreed. I asked for her address, write, and tell him I'll see him tomorrow
morning.
The next morning I arrived at the place which he says is her residence. No nothing there except
debris. It looks like the fire never happened there a few years ago, but not in trim, and crops there
has never been cut. In the midst of the ruins, I found an old rotary phone style above the floor is not
connected to anything. Immediately, I took out my cell phone and dialed the number.
The phone rang on the floor earlier.
Twice.
The third time, I was surprised and dropped the cell phone. I then knelt take the old-fashioned rotary
telephone receiver. A muffled sound of hissing, get out of there.
"I told you this is a bad idea."
