Snatching the flashlight from a shelf, she stepped in the direction of the door. She was overwhelmed with terror at the hidden dangers awaiting her. Cluching the flashlight and knife, she reached for the doorknob. The knob felt as cold as a tomb in her sweaty palm. She began turning it ever slowly.
The telephone splintered the silence, shocking her so that the knife and flashlight fell from her grip, clattering to the floor. Trancelike, she turned and started dumbfounded at the ringing phone.
Riiinnng! Riiinnng! Snapping out of her stupor, she hurried across the room.
Riiinnng! Riiinnng! Hand trembling slightly, she lifted the receiver. In a breathless whisper she managed to say, "Hello".
There was static. A bad connection, maybe? "Hello", she said again. "Is someone there?"
I guess this story might not be over yet? Wait and see.