This has made it on to the list why I never want a house phone. Staying at a house with a home phone has been, well, interesting.....
Last night around 12am, I was awakened to a phone call. I didn't know what time it was, but I had been sleeping, so it was some time after 11pm. I answered the phone and said hello, there was no reply. All of the sudden a creepy voice started singing something about broken hearts. I sat there not saying anything for about 5 minutes as this continued. I was still half way asleep..and disoriented. After the five minutes I started to realize what was going on, and that it must be some pre/teen girls. So, I decided to have a little fun.
I whispered into the phone, "You're going to die" a few times and then repeated the words in a whisper "Don't close your eyes" I just wanted to freak them out a bit. I did realize that this might be some of my mom's students, not realizing their counselor was on vacation...but I said "Fuck it" they deserve it. After a few minutes of that, I hung up the phone. They called back...this time I answered without saying anything. I could hear them talking in the background, not realizing that someone had answered. I sat there for about 3 mins in the dark not saying anything...then I said, "Don't you have anything better to do?" They tried to strike up a conversation with me, but I wasn't having it. I remember being a teenager, and I wasn't going to give them any satisfaction. They asked me a few question, I replied them all with a No, and then told them to go fuck themselves. I didn't receive any calls after that.
When I was a kid, for one thing, we didn't prank call that late, and I have a feeling these girls were a bit older then I was when I was doing it. Also, when I did prank call, I called specific people with unusual last names. One of my favorite pranks was to call someone with a last name like Blackhead. When calling the Blackhead residence, I would ask to speak to Mr. Whitehead, when they would say I had the wrong number, I would say "Opps must have called the wrong pimple." Immature, I know, but hey that's being a 12 year old.
The kids these days...oh and I should adults, because I definitely played into it. I wish I would have thought of something more clever to say...but my brain doesn't function too well interrupted and half asleep.
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