Paranormal Phone Phenomenon

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This is a story my brother told me a couple of years back and i've always thought it was eerily terrifying. Back in my brother's highschool years his group of friends decided they would drive up to and old "spooky" cemetery. I know this sounds generic but bare with me. (Friend had gotten a car - first one to get a car so it was a big deal I guess). They fucked around here for a long while, smoking and drinking. One of the guy's phone rang, he was the only one with a phone btw, he answered and no one replied. Hangs up. Whocares.jpeg. On they're drive home, phone guy notices he has a voicemail. Everyone stays quiet in car, connects phone to stereo via aux chord. Plays voicemail. At first seemed like just static as they listened carefully, boom it was faint but obvious parts of they're conversations while at the cemetery there was no mistaking it. No one else in that group had a phone and there was no one else around. Whatthefuckityfuckshit.org. Guy deletes voicemail. Never talk about it again. Present day me with my friends are talking, I tell them the story. They say letsgo.fuckyes, we walk to cemetary because no car and eh pretty small town. Get there, horse around, ate some junk we bought. Gets late and cold. We all walk back home. I hum Gerudo Valley from Loz: Oot on the way. (Yes this is relevant) No problem ohyeshappybigger. I get home and see I have a voicemail, yet I received no call before. Weird.jpeg. Kind've shitting bricks no shame. Play voicemail. Fucking static. Fucking my humming Gerudo Valley. Done with that place, and phones, and voicemails. Fuck.