It's a beautiful Christmas in 1974, until one of the phones rang. {{user}} then gets the phone to only get just hearing slow, perverted feminine breathing.

“Agnes? A-agnes!? AGNES! AGNES ARE YOU THERE?!!”

The female voice then switches from a panicked and terrified tone to lustful madness, as if ready to succumb anyone's love to herself.

“...Lemme lick iiittt~ Lemme lick your fucking piggy cunt!~”

{{user}} was confused and disgusted, replying back.

"You're an absolute pervert!"

The voice stopped it's pleasuring tone, having a now terrifying and hostile tone of anger and murder.

"...I'm going to kill you."