Today I received a 3min voicemail from my Dad's phone. No big deal right? Just a butt dial. But he swears his phone was in his backpack IN ANOTHER ROOM. So I listen intently and, OMG... there's a rhythmic thumping (a heartbeat?) and a woman's voice gasping. Proof. Proof of the supernatural. A ghost called me from my Dad's phone. Turns out, my Dad had a 'Dad moment'. His phone was actually in his pocket. The heartbeat was his pants rubbing together as he walked. The delicate gasp...Was a fart...