Those were the days of the early 2000s.

Those were the days of the early 2000s. Cell phones had just appeared. There were no smartphones yet.

A friend calls me and says he wants to come to my city on business. He used to sleep over at my place many times. But this time he says he has a place to spend the night. When he arrived, he told me that his aunt, my mother's sister, had recently died, and his relatives had given him the keys to her apartment to spend the night in my town. She lived alone. And a friend told me that when he took the keys, he started getting strange calls on his cell phone. He looks at the cell phone screen, and there is nothing. Doesn't even write the phone that it is an unknown or undefined number. It just lights up the screen and a call comes in. He picks up the phone, and all he sees is noise and rattling, like when he's picking up radio waves in a receiver. When he asks who is calling, just silence and noise. And so many times.

He invited me to this apartment to meet and talk. I arrived and we sat down in the kitchen. He told me a little bit about his dead aunt and gave me a photo album to look at. I took the photo and said to my friend ... look, I am just sitting in the same place in the kitchen at the table that your aunt once sat, but she's gone, only the memory of the photo and left, life hold on ... I philosophized. Here immediately his cell phone rang, and my friend showed me and gave me a cell phone - here, look for yourself, otherwise you would not believe. I answered the phone - hello hello. There was only noise and whistling. And he did not turn off the call and noise. Only we disconnected. We double-checked and called each other, and everything worked. The numbers were identified on the screen and no voices could be heard and no noise. We figured it was his aunt letting us know that she saw everything and knew we were coming.