“I brought it home,” Lou-Anne continued, “and every night, rain or shine, that phone would ring at three in the morning. Like clockwork. Nearly scared the life out of me first time it happened.”
“Did you pick up?” Braden asked.
“You bet,” she said. “Just to stop the ringing, at first. But then I listened in. I heard that voice.” Shaking her head, she waved her hands out in front. “After that, I had to get it out of my home. That’s when Teri, here, took it off my hands.”
“I ain’t afraid of no ghosts,” Theresa said.
Braden laughed, but maybe that wasn’t meant as a joke, because Theresa wore a serious expression all the while.
“Didn’t take long before I was sick of getting my sleep disrupted every night. Wears on a person, ghost or no ghost. That ringing, boy! Have you heard i
