The Tale of Abigail
It is silent.
"Hello?" Abigail asks, a tremor in her voice. "Who is this?" She grasps the flashlight in her hand, wondering if it could be used as a weapon. "This isn't funny! Stop!"
Suddenly, a voice fills on the other end of the line- her mother's voice! "Abigail, honey? What are you talking about? This is your mother!"
Abigail slumps onto the floor in relief. "Oh mother," she says, crying. "I wish..."
With a fright, Abigail remembers again that the telephone wires have been cut...which means...
Abigail drops the telephone, before picking it up again. "Who are you?" She asks suspiciously, trying to mask the fear in her voice with anger.
She hears a hysterical laugh, followed by a click. Abigail rises up, shivering. She can't deal with being in this house alone anymore. She has to get away!
"Hello?" Abigail asks, a tremor in her voice. "Who is this?" She grasps the flashlight in her hand, wondering if it could be used as a weapon. "This isn't funny! Stop!"
Suddenly, a voice fills on the other end of the line- her mother's voice! "Abigail, honey? What are you talking about? This is your mother!"
Abigail slumps onto the floor in relief. "Oh mother," she says, crying. "I wish..."
With a fright, Abigail remembers again that the telephone wires have been cut...which means...
Abigail drops the telephone, before picking it up again. "Who are you?" She asks suspiciously, trying to mask the fear in her voice with anger.
She hears a hysterical laugh, followed by a click. Abigail rises up, shivering. She can't deal with being in this house alone anymore. She has to get away!