Brooke Jennett

I didn't know what to think.

Agnes wasn't mobile or lucid enough to do anything, and Jim had been out in the fields all day.

Maybe an animal got in here and ripped it?

But that seemed unlikely.

I was stumped.

I picked up the piece of the poster that had fallen on my bed and I tossed it in the trash.

When I went to take down the part still tacked to the wall, I felt a cold chill run up my spine.

At the time, I didn't think much of it.

The AC did run cold in the house.

But what was odd was that the wall itself was cool to the touch.

Later that night, I was FaceTiming with a friend of mine about nothing in particular when our calls started getting interference.

It had never happened before.

The signal was surprisingly good in the house.

I stood and tried moving to a different spot in the room, but the same thing kept happening.

What the hell?

Hilarious.

I rolled my eyes.

Agnes can barely keep her eyes open.

I don't think she's well-versed in signal manipulation.

As I spoke, I saw her face change.