It's the death line.
Once it rings your lifeline has run out of time.
All calls that come in tell the way your death will befall.
There's no escaping the deadly calls.
Your death sentence echos in your head.
Leaving you breaking out in a cold sweat.
Terrified you will be dragged into the depts of the dead.
The call that always kills.
You will come to a dead end like Pacific Bell.
A chill sets in when you hear the deadly ring.
It has your heart beating in fear.
Death whispers in your ear.
Your end is inevitably near.
Dark spirits from the past come in clear over the line.
Predicting your living on borrowed time.
Your at the end of your lifeline.
Death is coming knocking at your door.
The spirits come to settle their score.
Your going out with blood and gore.
The horrors of what's to come flash before your eyes.
Agonizing cries from others that have died.
Evil has a painful death in store for you.
Don't answer the door.
Don't pick up the phone.
Terrorizing horrors are waiting for you at deaths door.
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