Here's one of my favorites.

A young woman had just moved to New York City, and was beginning to settle comfortably into her new apartment.

One day the phone rang. She picked it up. A low, breathy, male voice said on the other end "This is the viper...". The woman, annoyed, hung up and thought no more of it.

The next day the phone rang again. She picked it. On the other end was the same voice, but this time with more urgency, said "This is the viper...". Angry, she slammed the phone down.

The next day, the phone rang yet again. She picked it up. Again there was the same voice on the other line, breathing desperately "This is the viper...". Scared & angry, she slammed down the phone and pulled the cord from the wall.

The next day of course, there were no calls. She felt relieved and tried to forget the whole thing.

The day after, there was a knock on her apartment door...at the same relative time the calls had come in. She looked through the peephole.

There was no one there.

She unlocked the door, to see if there was anyone going down the hall way. As she opened the door, she was startled to see a very short man with wiry hair standing in the door way.

"I am the viper." he said, with the same low, breathy voice she had heard on the phone. He spoke again.

"I am the viper. I vish to vash and vipe your vindows."

--Matt