The landline rang at ten past midnight, jolting us out of the first stages of sleep.
I picked it up. Said "hello." Nobody there. I depressed the receiver in order to dial 1471, but the line stayed open.
Then a female voice with a faintly discernable American accent hissed: "You're gonna die," and put the phone down.
1471 revealed no caller's number.
Freaked me out a little, I can tell you, despite JP's assurances that this would be either completely random or a wrong number, and nothing whatsoever to do with me.
Why do people do these things?
She was right about one thing though, whoever she was. I am going to die. So is she. We all are. It's the only sure thing.
For the moment, however, I prefer to concentrate on living.
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How on earth did you get back to sleep after that?
ReplyDeleteWith difficulty. It was kinda weird. Makes you wonder what the back-story is.
ReplyDeleteYou are right to focus on living. As for why people do these things - who knows. Whoever made that phone call, I wouldn't want to be inside that person's head. Guessing it's a dark place. Lucyx
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