The Call From the Grave

Listen. My grandmother died three years ago, but last week she called me.

I picked up the phone at 2am and heard her voice exactly as I remembered it.

She said my name twice, then whispered that she'd been trying to reach me.

The line went dead. I thought I was dreaming until I checked my call history.

Unknown number. Ten minute call. I told my mom and she went pale. Turns out she got

the same call two nights before. Same voice. Same message. We drove to the

cemetery and found her grave disturbed. Fresh dirt scattered everywhere. The groundskeeper

said nothing had been touched. But here's what made my blood freeze. In the loose soil,