First of all, this is a true story and if you don't believe me it's your own fault.
I was on the other line with my friend, Trisha we had a good conversation going on and life was good. I called her the next day thinking about plans for the weekend, and someone picked up, this was was Trisha's day home alone and it wasn't her on the other line. I asked for Trisha and all I heard was a snicker and then they hung up. I called back, it was the anwsering maching, by now I was freaked out, i heard on the anwsering machine not the usual message but instead the same voice i had heard before saying this is no joke, do not call again or you will regret it.
I hung up so fast i could barely breath, i was really scared.
But i wasn't quite sure if this whole thing was a joke, r was it the wrong number? So i called again and this time it was Trisha i asked her was that your anwsering machine?. Silence. Then I heard Trish say, in a small voice, Help!! Help me, please, help me... Then, in a voice unlike Trish's, The Haunting will begin....
The next morning at school we had an Assembaly. Trish was dead. I was so scared, I got sick right then and there and left school early. She was my best friend, I couldn't take it.
I was home alone, typing, just like I am now. When I looked behind me, I saw a little boy dressed in all black, laughing, just like I heard on the phone. It wasn't a funny laugh, but an evil snicker. I ran from the house, and kept running. My mom had to come pick me up from the playground, against my will. I never wanted to see that evil house agian. The next week, we moved to Pennsylvania, and I still have nightmares about that day, and Trish's pleading voice saying, HELP ME! PLEASE! HELP ME... THE HAUNTING WILL BEGIN