The weirdest shit just happened

GOD HERE

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So I'm here tonight at my apartment watching a movie. I get a phone call from a restricted number and pick up. It's some guy ranting and raving "I"M GOING TO FUCKING FIND YOU" blah blah blah. Wrong number, whatever. Wait 5 minutes. They call back.

This time it's a calm girl saying "Are you home tonight?"
I say "No not right now maybe later"
"Wanna come outside?"
"What?"
"I'm here in (Apartment complex)"
"Who is this?"
"It's a suprise, Come outside and meet me by the pool".
"That's alright I'll do it later"
"No it's worth it come outside, meet me near 149"

So I go outside down to the pool with a knife in my pocket. There's nothing.

What do you guys think?
 
Seriously, I cannot believe you went. To me, "restricted" means SATAN. I never answer my phone if I don't know who is calling.
 
Me too, kemo, me too. If a stranger called me out, though, they would have to come to my door like a man. I won't go chasing ghosts. When I was younger some girls boyfriend called me at around 2:30am talking about how he was going to kick my ass and blah blah blah. I told him to come on over, I'll turn the light on, and hung up. That's ma home.
 
I'll only answer my phone for a few people, and they know not to try and prank me. I'm that guy that's just as likely to beat you for playing a prank on me as I am if you really were looking for a fight. High anxiety coupled with a bad temper doesn't make for a guy you want to play jokes on.
 
Everyone here would pick up the phone if they knew it was me. My voice is just that sexy.
 
The youngsters won't recall a time before caller ID but maybe they read about it.

I didn't answer then either, and forget about answering the door. I've officially become a recluse.
 
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