Tears filled Braden’s eyes. He turned away because he didn’t want his stepfather to see. But when he glanced back, to his surprise, Leon’s eyes were glistening too. It was a heavy emotion, this one. This loss, the loss of a child, of a son, of a loved one.
“That poor woman,” Braden said. “I feel so bad for her.”
Leon nodded. Braden had never seen such sincerity in the man’s face.
“So what do we do?” Braden asked. “Get an exorcist?”
Giving a sad smile, Leon shook his head. “If this isn’t an active haunting, if it’s just energy trapped and playing on repeat, seems to me this old phone is doomed to ring every morning at three. It doesn’t know how to stop.”
Leon hung up the receiver and there were no more requests for help, no more static, just the silence of 3 A.M. in a small to
