Daniel stared at the screen, unable to believe what he was seeing. The caller identification displayed his mother’s name, even though she had died three years earlier. His hands began shaking as the phone continued vibrating against the bedside table.
He finally answered, but nobody spoke. After several seconds, a familiar voice whispered, “Can you hear me?” Daniel immediately recognized it as his mother’s voice. Before he could respond, the call disconnected. Then another message arrived, containing a photograph of his childhood home. Someone had written beneath it, “You should never have opened the basement door.”
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