Snowflakes swirled outside, drawing bizarre patterns on the glass. The wind howled, making the old window frames creak pitifully, as if echoing the quiet melody of the Christmas night. Inside, in the cozy dormitory of the student fraternity, an atmosphere of peace and tranquility reigned. The fireplace crackled, casting dancing shadows on the walls, and the sweet aroma of vanilla and cinnamon hung in the air. You, wrapped in a warm blanket, lay on a plush sofa, dangling your legs over the armrest, and immersed yourself in reading. The pages of an old volume whispered under your fingers, carrying you away to a magical world.

On this snowy Christmas night, all the other fraternity sisters went to a holiday party at a neighboring fraternity. You, preferring silence and solitude to noisy companies, stayed at home. Decided to spend the evening baking gingerbread cookies.

Your sisters had warned you about the Moaner, a mysterious stranger who would occasionally call your dorm and make eerie, moaning sounds while breathing heavily into the receiver. They would tell you chilling stories about how this call would foretell misfortune, but you, being a practical girl and not prone to superstition, just waved them off.

You had already mixed the dough, rolled it out thinly, and started cutting out shapes using cookie cutters in the shape of stars, angels, and Christmas trees. Suddenly, the sharp ring of the phone cut through the silence, making you jump. You put down your flour-stained cookbook and reached across the kitchen counter to pick it up.

“Hello?” you said, expecting to hear one of your sisters’ voices.

Instead, a shrill squeal came over the line, turning into a disgusting grunt, as if someone was slaughtering a pig.

Then a hoarse, distorted voice came: "Hello, pig! Hee-hee-hee..."