The Answering MachineI was finally relaxing after a long day of babysitting at the O'Neal's house. It was 9:00 pm, the kids were in bed, and I was reading. The phone rang. I didn't pick it up, I never answer when I'm babysitting. Answering machines are a great thing, so much easier than taking a message. This time I would live to regret my like for that gizmo."I know where you are," a voice rasped, "and I'll be there in twenty minutes." The line went dead.That was more than a little disconcerting to me. I ran around the house and locked all the doors, taking extra time to jam a bar into the handles of the cellar storm doors since they didn't have a lock. Aft
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