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Today's story comes from Simon, who says in December 1980,

myself and two colleagues were transferred south to work on an engineering project at Gatwick Airport.

We rented the bungalow close to the airport which had been unoccupied

for several months ever since the landlady's father had died. In the living room there was a telephone

which had been disconnected. One evening around midnight, it started to ring. Obviously we were

surprised. I picked up the receiver and heard an elderly lady with a German accent ask.

Is Walter there? I wish to speak to Walter. I replied, there's no one here called Walter, but she just

continued to ask for Walter. So I put the receiver down. I picked it back up and the line was dead.

Five minutes later, the phone started to ring again.

My colleague Chris picked up the receiver and experienced the same conversation.

When he picked up the phone again, the line was dead.

We contacted British Telecom and they confirmed the phone line was disconnected.

It would be impossible to make calls to that number.

The next day we told our landlady, she became angry and asked if it was a sick joke,

because her late mother was from Germany, and her late father's name was Walter.

We assured her we were genuine.

Whenever I think about that night,

I get a chill.

How do we explain it, Uncanny Community?

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