CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE “And then the guy from the phone company was like, ‘I’m sorry, miss . . .’” said Becky, pausing dramatically. “‘But we traced that phone call . . . and it’s coming from inside your own house!’” Becky leaned back. The light of the campfire danced on her face, turning her eyes into wells of deep shadow. This was apparently the end of her story. None of the other humans seemed impressed. “Nobody has land lines anymore,” said Hollins. “A few people still do,” said Becky. “Anyway, this story happened a long time ago. When everyone had a land line.” “If you call your own phone number, don’t you just get a busy signal?” asked Nicki. “Not back then,” said Becky. “What happened after the phone-company guy traced the call?” asked Little Gus. “Uh, the girl got out of the house just in the nick of time,”
