The Storm
It was in the middle of a thunder storm that the call came. It was a deep, throaty voice that sounded like it had been grown from the bowels of a thousand smoked cigarettes. I was terrified, and my daughter could see it in my ashen face. I used a cell phone lookup widget on my computer, and I found out to whom the number belonged. It was a woman that had just gone missing a week ago! We huddled in the basement for fear that there was a madman on the loose. We never found out, and we still live in fear.
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