The phone on the mahogany side table didn’t just ring; it shrieked.
Brenda looked at the handset, then back at her popcorn. She knew the legend. If you watch the cursed tape, the phone rings. If you answer it, a gravelly voice tells you that you have seven days to live. She picked it up.
"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."