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When a Stranger Calls-Communication From Beyond the Grave
A paranormal encounter at the least expected time
It was the 90s, I was a teenager, visiting my mom in Seattle, and was on the phone with a friend who had recently moved into her first rental. She had mentioned previously that there had been some unusual experiences in her new place. Doors opening and closing, unaccounted footsteps, even a disembodied voice on a tape recorder.
Yet, other than not wanting to visit her new place once I returned home to San Francisco, I wasn't really thinking of those things that sunny summer afternoon in Seattle.
I sat outside as we talked, under the blue sky, the sounds of neighborhood kids playing and birds chirping all around me. My friend caught me up on her relationship with her boyfriend, and her job, normal topics. She got another call and left me on hold, this is when things got strange.
As my friend went on the other line, I heard it faintly at first. A low guttural sound that slowly grew in intensity, making me feel as if a wave of something unearthly encircled me.
The sun ceased to shine, the birdsong silent, the air grew dank, and I felt as if I was locked into something dark and foreboding. The sound continued on for longer than any human could muster. A chill ran…
