my phone starts to buzz on the counter, shaking like an epileptic in a fit.I pick it up,glance at the number and then move over to the sink.
“Turner?” Blair guesses,and I nod as I turn on the water and drop the phone into the drain on the left – the one with the garbage disposal. A second later, I flick the switch and a horrible grinding,screeching sound emanates from down below.

Author: C.M. Stunich