Blood Is Dripping
There once was a girl named Sally. One day, her Mum had to rush out to work for a couple of hours. She warned Sally about the dangers of answering the door alone and kissed her.
Sally was bored easily, so she turned on the TV.
After a while the phone rang. She picked it up. An eerie voice crackled on the bad phone line, but Sally heard "Blood is dripping. Blood is dripping. I am on the first floor."
Sally knew it was a prank call, so she hung up the phone.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again. Sally did not pick it up, but waited until the phone receiver answered. "Blood is dripping. Blood is dripping. I am on the second floor."
Sally began to become frightened. She knew that she lived on the second floor, but did not know what to do.
Then came the third call. "Blood is dripping. Blood is dripping. I am outside your door."
Sally edged towards the door. She was waiting for the prank caller to burst in.
She flung the door open. There was a man standing there. His eyes were slits, and he had a great big bloody gash on the side of his face.
"My blood is dripping. My blood is dripping. Any chance of a plaster?"