The phone started ringing. It was a Friday afternoon, and my grandmother was outside on the deck, while my dad was inside changing the light bulb in the kitchen. Dad replied, "Matilda! Go get it will you, sweetie?" "Certainly!", i replied, and reached for the phone, only to see a shaking phone from like, the 1830? Curiosity took the better of me, and i picked the phone up, "Hello?" I asked. There was no answer. I cleared my throat and tried again. "HELLO!" Then a voice answered calmly, "Spirits in my head and they won't go." I heard it again and again, but every time, it faded more. I decided to hang up, and turned around only to see my father and grandmother floating in mid air, chains around their arms and necks, chattering, "Spirits in my head, and they won't go..." They had pale, white circles for eyes, and their hair was aslo floating, swirling like snakes. I tok a really deep breath, or 2, or 3, and tried to scream. I couldn't. I was too afraid. I grabbed the phone and threw it at a window behind me with great speed, punched it several times and jumped out, leaving the house with bruises, cuts and scattered blood all over my body. I hopped on my bike and cycled to the nearest police station. I told them the whole story. They didn't believe me. I am now set for adoption, since they couldn't find my parents. It's been 7 years, and i swear to you i can still hear a faint voice repeating, "Spirits in my head and they won't go..."