It was nine o'clock in the evening. Everybody was sitting on the couch in front of the TV. There were Richard, Brian, and the babysitter.
The phone rang.
"Maybe it's your mother," said Brian. He picked up the phone. Before he could say a word, a man laughed hysterically and hung up.
"Who was it?" asked Richard.
"Some nut," said Brian.
At nine-thirty the telephone rand again. Richard answered it. It was the man who had called before. "I'll be there soon,"