The Graveyard Phone

Filipe Silva

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00:00The quiet hum of the cemetery was my daily soundtrack, a peaceful place where memories

00:04rest. But one afternoon, that peace was shattered by a sound that didn't belong a persistent,

00:09modern ringing. I followed the noise, my boots crunching on the gravel path, until I found it.

00:14Resting on the weathered stone of a grave was a smartphone, its screen glowing brightly against

00:19the gray afternoon. I leaned in closer, my heart starting to pound in my chest. The screen read,

00:24Incoming Call Mom. My eyes darted from the phone to the name etched into the headstone right

00:28beneath it. They matched for a long moment. I just stood there, frozen, as the phone continued

00:33its impossible call in the silent city of the dead. What would you have done? Let me know in

00:37the comments, and don't forget to like and subscribe for more strange stories.

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