"Will I get better reception?" Brenda interrupted, waving the cordless phone. "Because you're breaking up. Honestly, for an ancient evil, your service provider is trash."
"Great," Brenda said, leaning back. "Also, is this death by supernatural curse or just a really aggressive flu? Because if it’s the curse, I need to know if I should buy a waterproof casket. I saw the tape. That girl is dripping ." Scary_Movie_3_m1080p_2003_ID2101_.mp4
The line went dead. Brenda shrugged, tossed a piece of popcorn into the air, missed, and watched as a pale, soggy hand reached out from under the sofa to catch it. "Nice catch," she said. "Will I get better reception
The phone on the mahogany side table didn’t just ring; it shrieked. "Also, is this death by supernatural curse or
"Seven days," a raspy, water-clogged voice whispered from the other end.
Brenda checked her calendar. "Ooh, seven days? Can we do six? I have a dentist appointment next Tuesday and I really don't want to die with a cavity. It’s embarrassing."