I got a crank call last night. The first one I ever had and hopefully it'll be the last.
It was after 1am and from a withheld number - don't ask me why I answered. I sort of figured it was one of my friends who was drunk dialling.
In the first call he said "I want to get deep inside your..." I don't know what the last word was because I hung up, but I'm sure I could guess.
It gets stupid when I tell you that he called back and I answered again, which wasn't one of my brightest achievements. I don't remember what the first thing he said was but my reply was "Yeah, you called before. Who is this?".
He then just said, in a super-creepy voice "Look outside your window. Look outside your door."
I didn't, I coudn't. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I think its the closest thing to real, honest to goodness, I'm going to die fear I've ever, ever felt.
Logically, no one was going to hurt me. It was just some idiot who'd randomly dialled a number and it happened to be the number of someone dumb enough to answer.
Anyway, rather than hanging up I just put the phone down so he got the soundtrack of an episode of Ed, Edd & Eddy which I happened to be watching. Eventually he hung up. I'm a little surprised, as cartoons go its right up there as one of the best.
I switched my voicemail off, because for some reason I thought him having my name was extremely dangerous - again, probably not. I then put the phone on silent so if he did keep calling back I wouldn't hear it.
He only called back a couple more times, but by then the adrenalin had me so wired that I couldn't sleep. I ended up texting the only person I could think of that would be up at that time which was my ex, and he kindly replied to say that it was probably just someone being a jerk. Then he managed to scare the crap out of me by calling me too. We talked for a few minutes and while he was on the phone I peeked out the window. Of course there was no one there. I'm not sure why I felt brave enough to do it with him on the phone, because if there was someone out there a voice on the end of the phone could do jack do help me!
I ended up sitting awake until gone 4am watching QVC as I tried to chill out. There was a beauty hour though, so it wasn't all bad.
The ex asked me if it could have been one of my friends messing about. I hadn't thought about that, but if it was and I find out about it I'm fairly sure we won't be friends anymore and they may end up missing some teeth.
I'm totally fascinated by the fight/flight reaction I had though. The call itself felt so invasive. I was in my room when I answered the call so it seem to be really close, my bedroom is my safe haven. I feel fine about it this morning, but I really was a wreck last night. In the cold light of day it seems so silly, but last night it was anything but.
I won't be answering any more calls from withheld numbers, thats for sure.
