My neighbor screamed at me that screams were coming from my house every day, but I lived alone and worked from eight to six. The next day, I pretended to leave, hid under the bed, and heard someone walk in, moving as if they owned my life. I closed my eyes to keep from breathing. My bedroom door opened. And the voice that came out of the speakerphone turned my blood to ice.
—Then use the recording —Marcus said—. The one with her voice. If she doesn’t believe in ghosts, she’ll believe she’s losing her mind. I felt the floor beneath my back …
My neighbor screamed at me that screams were coming from my house every day, but I lived alone and worked from eight to six. The next day, I pretended to leave, hid under the bed, and heard someone walk in, moving as if they owned my life. I closed my eyes to keep from breathing. My bedroom door opened. And the voice that came out of the speakerphone turned my blood to ice. Read More
