Son compartido

If you hear this… run… [narrator] <prosody pitch="low">text</prosody> A boy was sleeping alone in his room… At exactly 3:00 AM… his phone rang… The caller ID showed… ‘Mom’ But his mom died… 2 years ago… Shaking… he answered the call… A whisper came through… ‘I’m coming upstairs…’ He heard footsteps… slowly climbing… But then… his real mom’s photo fell from the wall… And behind it… someone had written… ‘Don’t answer her calls…’