Spooky Story Two: Freaky Phone Call
I was a student at a private university, and my fraternity had to do so many hours of community service. One of the easiest things for frats and sororities to do was to make phone calls for the Alumni Association. It was only four hours in one night, once a semester. No big deal. It was boring, and the only thing exciting might have been hearing a funny answering machine greeting or whatever.
One night, something happened that still freaks me out to this day.
I was calling the Wilson residence. Both Mr. and Mrs. Wilson were alums of my college, so I thought this might be an easy call to make. Hopefully, they would donate a little money. If not, maybe they could at least join the Alumni Association.
After three or four rings, a male voice answered the phone with a simple "hello."
"Is Mr. or Mrs. Wilson available?"
"What's this all about?" the gruff old man said.
Great, I thought. He probably thought I was a scam-artist. I told him I was a student at his alma mater, and that we were calling alumni to ask for their support. The old guy replied with something about him and his wife being on Social Security, and that they didn't have any money to spare. I started to apologize, and try to salvage the call when suddenly a woman's voice came on the line.
"Hello? Someone there?"
Fantastic. Now I'm going to get yelled at by husband and wife. "I was just talking with Mr. Wilson, ma'am," I replied.
"Oh no, it's just me here. My husband passed away three years ago. Is there something I can help you with?"
I nearly passed out. I mumbled a few "sorries" and hung up. Immediately, I told my fraternity brother in the cubicle next to me what had just happened. He freaked out too. So I went to the supervisor to tell him what had happened.
The supervisor said he'd take care of it. He was afraid that maybe the lady had an intruder or something in the house. He called Mrs. Wilson and verified that she was home alone, safe and sound.
To this day, I have no explanation for what had happened. Just whom the hell was I speaking with anyway?