As she extends her hand to help him up, the telephone rings. The sound of the ring tone makes Amber tremble with fear, and she momentarily forgets why her hand is extended. Mitch picks himself up off the floor and reaches for the phone. "Hello?" he says into the receiver. The only thing he can hear on the other end of the line is heavy breathing. "Who is this?!" he screams into the phone "and what the hell do you"... but before he can finish the sentence, he hears a click and the phone line is dead. "What was that all about?" Amber asks with a puzzled look on her face. "I'm not sure." For some reason, every time I answer the phone, I hear heavy breathing and the person on the other end hangs up." "That sounds strange," she says with a worried look on her face. "Don't worry about it Amb, I'm sure it's nothing." "Let's get out of here." "Okay, but grab your jacket, it's a bit chilly outside," she replies. As Mitch goes to grab his jacket out of the closet, he hears drips begin to hit the floor in the kitchen. To be continued....
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