It's Tuesday, January 17, 2012. 3:58 a.m. No, it's not the time and date, when I am posting this. This is the time and date, when I wrote this Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry.
Are you thinking I am up because I couldn't sleep? After all, this does happen to me, sometimes. If you thought this, you would be wrong. This isn't the case, today.
This morning, I am up early for a different reason.
You see, I was dead to the world. Off in never-never land. Asleep. At least, until my phone rang, at approximately 3:45 a.m.
My first thought was that there must be an emergency, with family or a friend. After all, everyone in my family has been ill, with the exception of me!
That thought quickly faded. After saying, 'hello', I expected to hear who the caller was. I expected to be enlightened as to why they would call in the middle of the night.
Instead, a wall of silence was the response.
A wrong number? If so, the person would have hung up. Spoken up. Maybe even apologized.
During the day, I seem to get calls like this. Usually, they come with a long distance ringtone. Usually, I can tell someone is on the line. Usually, after a time of silence, only hearing a distant breath, they hang up.
Lately, it has been different. Lately, it sounds like a pre-recorded goodbye eventually speaks, before the hang-up occurs.
But, this call at 3:45 a.m. was different. Totally, different.
The caller wanted me to know for sure they were there.
In a barely audible voice, all I could hear was a muffled, garbled sound, followed by... you. Mumble, mumble, mumble... you. Repeatedly. Over and over.
Most people would hang up, but not me. After all, this was intended to be a threatening call. No one does this type of thing, unless this is the case. Of course, had I been wrong, it may have been one of my family members who were so sick they could barely breath or talk. In any case, I didn't hang up.
Years ago, a friend of mine was stalked by someone. Eventually, the man was caught and imprisoned. Be sure about this, that if someone is attempting to do the same to me, they will regret it. This is a promise, not a threat.
As I paused and spoke up, time after time, asking who it was on the line, no clear response could be heard, at least for the first minute or so.
Eventually, I commented that if they thought they would terrify me, by calling in a manner such as they had done, they had failed, for I wasn't terrified. Silence, permeated the call. Only the sound of breathing, was heard.
Then, I asked if they knew Jesus. Explaining, that if they didn't, they need to come to know Him.
After a few seconds of no reply, I commented that if they were going to call me in the middle of the night and disturb my sleep, the least they could do would be to answer my question. Again, I asked if the caller knew Jesus.
That's when the voice spoke up in a louder tone. Still barely audible, but loud enough for me to hear, saying, "Sorry, I have the wrong number".
My response was a mixture of frustration, shock and upset, knowing the caller was now trying to get himself off the hook, after calling my home for an obviously negative purpose. "You got the wrong number?", I questioned, in a rather loud tone of voice.
His response was a resounding yes, even though he spoke in a quiet and controlled voice. "Yes, I got the wrong number."
After a brief pause, I heard a click and the connection was severed.
*69 said the number could not be accessed by this method. That's okay. No problem. If it happens again, I am sure the police will be able to track the caller. They did in the past, with my friend. With today's updated electronics, they'll be able to do so, probably even easier.
At first, I thought about just turning over and returning to sleep. But, then after a second or two, I decided that I should get up and write about this, before I forgot what happened.
Okay, so I don't have the world's greatest memory. I sometimes awaken recalling a dream, but later forget it.
While I am sure I won't forget this call, or the caller's voice, I wanted to make sure I recorded what was said. Remember, for posterity.
Yes, for posterity. I will be sure to tell my daughters about this call. Upon discussing the daytime calls, one had a conversation about this type of thing. It was her opinion that there was no one there, just an automatic calling spam system doing its thing.
Well, I'm sure she'll think again, when we discuss this call! From a real, live male.
Before, I return to sleep, I would like to ask for prayer for this man. He truly needs Jesus. Thank you to all who pray. May God bless you for praying.
Until next time...
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