Last

They say it's the last standing phone booth in the entire state. Somehow, it was overlooked as the world moved on to newer wires and cans, and satellites.

The company that once owned it no longer exists. City officials have ignored it for years now. Kids use it as a rock target. Drunks use it also in staggered darkness. It stands out during the day, a quaint anomaly, a ghost structure of times gone forever. But, all of that notwithstanding, no one dares get near it, or get more curious about its presence.

An ominous mystery the local news doesn't mention, and a town's wary superstition. All its lines fully cut, disconnected from power sources for decades, no one wants to talk about how it simply loudly rings on its own- the 15th of every month at precisely 3:15 in the afternoon, for fifteen long and haunting seconds.