I Met the Owner of America's Largest Private Collection of Haunted Objects, And Now My Life Will Never Be The Same

I Met the Owner of America’s Largest Private Collection of Haunted Objects, And Now My Life Will Never Be The Same

At that moment, Chris’s coworker returned from his smoke-break and the expression on her face must have been pretty telling because he took one look at her and said, “What? What’s wrong?”

Chris disconnected the call and told him what the man had said and they called Jerry, who was none too pleased to have to come back to the office after contacting the Houston hotel and learning that the caller’s claim was no joke.

A woman had been stabbed to death while using the ice machine less than an hour ago.

Eventually, the cops showed up to question Chris and shit got pretty real. There was a coordinated effort with officers at the hotel in Dallas to prevent another murder but of course, it didn’t do any good and about an hour after they arrived on scene a second victim’s body was discovered in an elevator.

Part of the fallout from this whole ordeal was that Chris got fired. The official reason had been “general incompetency” and the excuse they gave her was that she was the one to accept a call from an unknown number and ultimately put the company at risk. Chris was made to clean out her desk that very same night and she ended up taking the new/old phone with her out of spite.

From here on, the details become a bit fuzzy. Janet had received a call from her sister a few nights after she lost her job. Chris sounded distraught, claiming that the phone she had taken from work (which was still in its cardboard box by the front door), had started to ring. It wasn’t plugged into anything and Chris didn’t even have a landline connection at her place.

Thinking the thing had somehow malfunctioned, Chris took the phone out of the box and tipped it over to see if she could get the case off. As she did so, the receiver came loose from its cradle and she could hear a familiar voice faintly say, “There’s going to be a murder at your apartment complex.”

An awestruck Chris flipped the phone back over and quickly slammed the receiver into place. Just as she finished relaying all of this to her sister, Janet heard a phone start to ring on Chris’s end. She said, “Don’t answer it.”

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t…”

Those were the last words Chris spoke to her sister, or anyone for that matter. Police found her mutilated remains slumped in the open doorway of her apartment. The M.E. noted that she clearly put up a fight, though it had been no use. There were no witnesses to the crime and without any real leads to follow up on, the case (though still technically open) was ultimately pushed aside to focus on more pressing matters.


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Joel Farrelly

When Joel isn’t writing creepy-ass short stories, he can be found scripting and acting in subversive comedy sketches on YouTube. You can follow Joel on Twitter or support him on Patreon, if you’re into that.