Hello again, Story Club members. I'm Ivy, your ghostly host with the most and keeper of

the strangest, spookiest tales on earth. Today is another Ivy's chilling tale. This haunting

account story club members might make you never want to answer the phone again.

It's one I call the night caller.

Angie McClellan hadn't realized that she'd fallen asleep until the phone ringing awakened her from her slumber.

When she opened her eyes, she was down in the family rec room with the TV on, some boring movie that she was only half watching. Her little brother, Christopher,

who was only five, was curled up on the carpet with his toys. It took her a moment to recollect.

Oh, that's right. She was babysitting him while her parents ran some errands. Except it was after

nine o'clock now, so where were they? After all, Angie had to go to bed for real. She had school tomorrow.

The phone ringing wasn't the house phone, or her cell phone. It was the plastic toy phone on the floor.

It was laying there next to her slumbering brother, who looked so cute all snuggled up with his fuzzy, wooby blanket that he never went anywhere without. Angie wasn't sure if she should answer the phone.

First of all, the toy only rang when you pulled it along on its wheels by a string.

Obviously nobody was pulling the string, and yet it was ringing as if somebody was.

Finally, she picked up the red plastic receiver. Hello?

Hello? A faint and hollow voice said on the line.

Who's this? This is Angie. Who's this?

My name is Mikey, Mikey Leonard, and I'm trapped. Please help.

Angie had to listen intently to the young voice as it was so faint. It was like there was a

bad connection with this toy phone, but that was impossible because this had no connection. It was a

child's play thing. Where are you, Mikey? I'm under the stairs. Okay, this had to be a joke. There was a

closet under the stairs, which was where they kept blankets, board games, and other stuff.

But there was no room for anyone in there.

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