Another six from my WIP
Still…this time her instincts told her someone was in the house. Something told her to make the call. Another creaking downstairs confirmed it. Someone was definitely in the house.
Meghan hurried back to bed and lifted the receiver from the rotary phone. Fumbling with the dial in the dark, she cursed herself for not replacing the old relic and prayed she’d find the correct holes.
11 comments:
OMG! I remember those old phones, the only way you knew you hit the right number was how long it took to get back into place. I feel her urgency!
Thanks, Graylin. I grew up with those phones. I'm glad her urgency came across. This story is taking forever to write. It's the one I outlined and wrote a synopsis for and I'm having a terrible time with it. I've already veered off the original plot, but my mind keeps going back to it and it blocks me every time.
Yikes! The last thing a gal needs in a situation like this is a rotary phone!
That's just scary. Even with light, I still can't dial one of those. I can't imagine dialing in the dark!
Eek! Ditch that rotary! lol Excellent teaser.
Oh, I hated those old rotary phones! I'd be praying right about then, too.
ooh very chilling! My heart's in my throat!
Intense and scary!
intense scene and her keeping the rotary says a lot about her.
Let's hope she doesn't dial the pizza company!
I remember those old phones. Not the best for making a panic call.
I love how you increased the tension by having the rotary phone in the scene
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