Who's Calling? by Don Tassone

We had just bought a Victorian home in Connecticut. It was in our price range because it needed a lot of work—and a rumor the place was haunted.

I went downstairs to catch up on some reading. One of the previous owners had built a red phone booth with a chair and small desk inside. It even had one of those old-fashioned telephones on the wall, although the realtor said it was just for decoration.

I had just sat down and opened my book when the phone rang.

We put the house on the market the next morning.