What I’m about to write probably sounds like some tame-ass creepypasta caliber story, but I swear to god, this happened. In fact, it literally happened just half an hour ago.
I’d just gotten home from a get together with the guys. Suddenly, as I’m putting my wallet and junk away, I get not one, not two, but four text messages all at the same time. The first notification I figure it’s a friend of mine. Second notification, I figured he was either cutting his txt in half, or it resent the same message. By the time it got to four, I got a little cautious.
I turned Talkback on, and examined my new messages. The first message was about five seconds of audio. However, those five seconds mostly consisted of dead silence. Message 2 and message 3 were pictures. I couldn’t make out any details, but they were both really red. The first picture was a lot lighter than the other one, but they were both red. And finally, there was the fourth message. The fourth message was a single line of text reading “I need your help.” That was it.
I looked at who was sending me all these messages. My room mate’s name came up on all four, but when I woke her up at 11:30 at night and asked her about these messages, she had no clue. She checked her cell phone… But according to her phone, she hadn’t sent anything. She sent no texts, she didn’t have any audio recorded on her phone, and out of all the photos she had on her phone (most of which were of the cat), none of them matched what she sent me. The only thing on her messages tab was a notification from Verizon that let her know her bill was coming due.
“Well maybe someone else named [UNDISCLOSED] tried texting someone something and got the wrong number,” she theorized. “I mean you have any idea how many people are named [UNDISCLOSED] in this state alone?”
Not a bad theory, except she’s in my contact list. Anyone outside my connection list wouldn’t display a name: it would display their phone number. The fact the From field had her name in it only assures me it came from her number. Except everything that was sent wasn’t on her phone.
I also know for sure this isn’t a prank. The texts came to me at 11:13 PM, and my roomy was asleep when I came home tonight. Also… God bless her, she has no idea how to text. Texting was something I did a lot more of back when phones had buttons, and before Android upgraded to the Lollipop OS. Boy oh boy, don’t even get me started on Lollipop. That right there needs its own article, it’s so maddening.
So yeah, this is the situation. I received puzzling texts from my room mate’s cell phone, the photos in said roomy’s messages aren’t on her cell, and I’ve officially proven that this isn’t a prank. And if it is a prank, my roomy’s not involved. I have no idea what to make of this, and frankly, I’m a little freaked out.
It’s especially freaky, because at my friend’s place, we were looking up all sorts of creepypastas, and Five Nights at Freddy’s videos. Coincidence?
I’m going to tell you right now, I don’t believe in ghosts. I believe there’s a logical explanation for everything. That being said, I’m slowly but surely beginning to think about reconsidering that stance. I’m pretty sure this is the premise of a Stephen King novel. One of the more recent Stephen King novels. Possibly before the Bill Hodges series, but after that monumental piece of shit Dreamcatcher.
More realistically, though, I’m not ruling out the possibility of a phone hacking. It’s kind of weird that of all the things they could do with her number, they’d fuck with some random number on her contact list. However, I was involved in the programming culture for a while. You’d be amazed at the fact a lot of the greatest feats in hacking were done just to prove to somebody else that it could be done. Pretty sure that was the story of Conficker, but don’t quote me on that.
To make a long story 2short, that security system my roomy has been talking about uninstalling for months now is suddenly being activated. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for all this, but it never hurts to be extra safe.
And hey, if you have some theories, by all means, feel free to drop them in the comment box. Till then, stay tuned for another poorly edited article on how much I hate 5 Finger Death Punch or something.