“Rrrrrrrrrring… Rrrrrrrrring… Rrrrrrrring….”


Silence. Then a deep male voice is heard.

“In… Search of skin,…”

“Who is this?”

“Color no matter,…”

“What the F****!”

“Brighter or darker,…”

“I’m calling the police you f****ing freak!”


Heavy frightened breaths are heard by the woman who answered the mysterious caller.

The call is dropped and all is heard is the repetitive beeping of the dropped call tone.

Behind the girl a loud quick whisper jumps over her left shoulder

“Ssssshhhhh! – ghost, me!”



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