Oct 13, 2009

Phone Calls From The Dead

Because it's almost Halloween, here comes another spooky tale....

The story I am about to tell actually happened to me.  Now, call me crazy, and I know some people will, but I honestly believe that something strange happened on this night.  I am not sure what it was, and I am not about to claim that someone actually called me from beyond, but man, it was certainly one of the scariest nights of my life.

       It was my first year of university, very close to the end of the school year.  Everyone was comfortable with their routine, and things seemed to fall into place nicely despite the fact that 20-25 people, who were all VERY different, were forced to cohabitate. 

I was known as the 'floor mom', and not because I was older and wiser (even though I was), but because I had very gently asked that people try to keep it down past 2 in the morning.  I did not think that this was an insane request, and the only real douchebag on the floor who went OUT of his way to be loud after 2AM was fast alseep in his cozy little cot on this night. I also made it very clear to my friends and family that no one was to call me after 2AM unless it was an extreme emergency.  I need my sleep. I get cranky.  Sue me.

We all had our own rooms in the dorm that I lived in, and it was a very quiet night.  It was still winter and there was a storm raging outside, so nobody had the energy or the guts to venture outdoors.  This made for an early night for most people and almost everyone was asleep by the time I went to bed.  I studied until midnight, brushed my teeth, and went to bed.

I slept soundly until exactly 4AM when I bolted out of bed, terrified.  I immediately jumped towards my light switch and flipped it up to flood my room with light.  I had this terrible irrational feeling that someone was in my room.  I forced myself to check under the bed, in my closet, even to open my door and glance down the darkened hallway.  Nothing. Not a sound.  I shut my door and locked it, still with the feeling that something horrible had happened or was about to happen.  I contributed my bad feelings to having a nightmare.  I told myself that I just didn't remember what it was about, but that the lingering dream must have woken me up and caused my horrible discomfort.


I slowly climbed back into my bed, with my back propped against my pillows and the light still on.  There was no way in unholy burning hell that I was turning my light back off.  Nor was I cutting off my view of the entire room.  I wanted to see what was coming so I knew what my ghostly killer looked like okay?  After a minute or two I finally started to calm down.  I started to convince myself of my previous notion that it was just a nightmare and that is why I woke up so scared.  To make myself laugh (because this is what NORMAL people do right?) I asked myself "Wouldn't it just be terrifying if the phone rang right this second?". 

AND IT DID.  I sat in my bed feeling like the world was coming to an end.  I had no idea what was going on for a few seconds, I was THAT scared.  I actually thought to myself, "Oh my god.  That is a ghost calling me to politely tell me I am about to be haunted".  Finally I was able to think a little more clearly and wonder if something bad had happened to someone in my family.  This obviously scared me as well, but not in the you-will-be-possessed-and-strangled-by-a-ghost kind of scared.  So I jumped out of bed and answered the phone.  And there was NOTHING on the other end.  Nothing.  Not a single tone, scratch, breath, air wave, fuzz, or beep.  Nothing.  It sounded like someone had poured concrete into the earpiece of my phone.  And I realized that I couldn't even hear my own breathing in my ear.  It was just dead.  Dead noise.  Like I had suddenly gone completely and utterly deaf.  The room felt heavy, as did my hand, and I quickly hung up and ran back to my bed, pulled the covers up to my chin and stared across the room at the phone.

The phone proceeded to ring in five minute intervals for the next fifteen minutes.  All in all, three phone calls, all of which I answered (I know! I am the girl in the horror movie who dies because she wants to check out the noise) and all the same nothing.  Unless you have heard something like that, it is hard to describe.  You expect to hear all the little noises that come with a telephone connection, and when your ear does not hear those things, it is eerie.

I did not go to sleep that night for fear that one of those phone calls would wake me up.  And really, I couldn't handle that kind of craziness.  At least being awake allowed me to be prepared for the thing that was obviously trying to get a hold of me.  The thing that was going to ooze out of my phone's mouthpiece and into my ear and make me say things like 'six' and 'fuck!' and 'I own you bitch'.  Seriously though, who else watched Paranormal State last night? Freaky.

The next morning my friend called me to see if I wanted to go eat breakfast and my phone was fine.  Back to normal.  And nothing like that has ever happened to me again.

What do you all think that was?




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