Dial 'M' For Murder

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Who killed Paul?

Submitted: July 20, 2017

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Harley Waverson couldn't believe where he had wound up, he was an old fashion rotary phone! Because of the nineteen murders he'd committed, only being caught 3 times, he had fully expected to burn in Hell, forever. When they'd executed him after the last time, he'd sat in the electric chair and cursed at the warden, promising he's haunt his ass from beyond the grave, not believing he'd get the opportunity.

 

When light returned to his world, inexplicably he found himself trapped in an old phone. At first, he screamed for help, but apparently no one could hear him. Gradually, after absorbing the complete shock, he came to realize there was no reason to give up his murdering ways. He'd already offed the poor unfortunate bastard who's purchased him from the second-hand store where he'd wound up. Now, he'd been purchased by another guy, from the garage sale of the unfortunate bastard he'd killed.

 

Paul Winston plugged in the new phone he'd purchased at an estate sale. He'd seen the 'estate sale' sign, and just stopped in to browse, but as he was in the market for a new phone, and getting this one for $5, it was too good a deal to pass up, so he'd plunked down a five, sarcastically saying, "keep the change!"and walked out.

 

Now, who should he call? His friend Sandy, so he dialed the number he knew by heart,

 

"Hello, Sandy Severino speaking."

 

"Hey, Sandy, it's me."

 

"Hey, Paul, how's it hanging?"

 

"I keep tripping over the damn thing!"

 

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

 

 

Harley Waverton didn't waste any time, he coiled into action.

 

 

"Oh, I was thinking we should--agg!" No further words were possible because the phone chord was wrapped around his throat. He staggered backwards, desperately trying to get his hands under the chord, and relieve the crushing tension that was making it impossible to breathe.

 

"Paul, Paul, you there?" asked Sandy, but all he heard was 'Agg!" then silence.

 

 

This was fun, easy, and he didn't have to worry about escaping--Harley thought to himself. Who would ever suspect a murdering telephone?

 

 

 


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