The Phantom Neighbor: Part 2

My phone continued to ring. My door knob stopped it’s violent jig. The phone was the only sound now. 

Squeezing the knife with my left hand, I quickly reached for my phone and answered it. 

“Hello?”

A dull static. 

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!”

The voice hit me like a grenade. I was floored. I quickly ran to the door and opened it, breathlessly.

My exwife, dead or alive, can be real bitch… 

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