[Short Story] Impromptu Ghost Story for People with a Rich Imagination

One late night, a middle-aged man was walking along the river in the old district. He had just finished working overtime and returned home at midnight. His whole journey was full of resentment.\
"Damn it, I'm exhausted. Why is this road so dark, and the streetlights aren't working?!" The man spat as if venting all his anger toward the streetlights.\
"Ring... ring..." A faint bell sound floated from afar, gradually reaching Xiao Wang's ears.\
"Damn, where is this bell ringing in the middle of the night?" Saying this, the man shivered and touched both his arms. "Huh, there seems to be someone in the phone booth." The man looked into the distance and unconsciously walked toward it.\
"Ring~ ring~" The ringing grew louder, sending chills down one's spine.\
At that moment, the man was only about fifteen meters from the phone booth.\
"Hey! Who's there?!" He craned his neck and shouted.\
"Ring... ring..." The ringing did not stop, and the person in the phone booth seemed uninterested in the man.\
The man, already furious, instantly became infuriated, rushed forward, and opened the tightly closed phone booth.\
"........" The man was about to speak but was silenced by what he saw.\
"Uh... elderly person... what are you doing here..." The elderly person before him had disheveled hair, wearing dark, long-worn clothing, barely visible under the moonlight.\
"I want to make a call... but I can't figure out how..." The elderly person tried to speak; the aged voice seemed to struggle out of the throat. From the voice, it could be heard that it was a woman.\
"Who do you want to call? I'll help you." The man composed himself, his Adam's apple trembling slightly as he swallowed.\
"Um... it's for my daughter..." The elderly person raised her blurred hands, holding a piece of paper with red spots.\
At this sight, the man was completely terrified.\
Upon closer inspection, the elderly person's hands were entirely stained with blood, and the paper was also spotted with blood.\
The man's face instantly turned pale, and he fell to the ground, too scared to speak...\
Two weeks later\
The police discovered a male corpse along the river in the old district. The corpse had a piece of paper stuffed in its mouth, which read:\
Return my daughter.