Katylina
03-18-2004, 07:55 AM
At 415 this morning my cell phone rang, and I answered it. It was strange because I NEVER have reception in Ed's house. I always have to walk outside. So I grab the phone, and from what I thought I saw, it said, "Jen," on the caller ID. I kept saying, "hello Jen?" and I heard the girl answering, but the reception was awful, and I could not make out what they were saying. Finally, I just hung up the phone, pointing out to my boyfriend how ironic it was that the phone even worked in his house.
He gave me his cell phone to call "Jen" back, but we couldn't make any outgoing phone calls at all from it. This is even weirder because he ALWAYS has reception on his cell-- he uses it as his home phone as well. Finally, we just went back to bed.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I suddenly started to think about Tricia-- my friend who died in a terrible car crash three years ago. I couldn't stop thinking about her lying in bed trying to fall back asleep. I kept seeing her in my mind's eye in the last photograph I took of her and her boyfriend before she died. I kept flashing back to the funeral and thinking of how the mother had a closed coffin because Tricia didn't look like beautiful self anymore.
I drifted off to sleep, and we woke up to Ed's phone ringing at 5:30 (his wake up call). He gave me his cell phone so I could check my messages. When I listened to it, my heart skipped a beat; I grabbed his arm and started to cry. The first thought that came into my head was that someone got hurt or died. It was a girl weeping saying, "Girl, I'm in a bad way right now. I wanted to talk to you. You were never my friend!" Then nothing. I did not recognize the voice, and when my boyfriend checked the calls on my cell phone, it didn't even show the fact that someone called me 2X at 4:15 am.
I called up all of my girl friends at 6 in the morning, and they all were sleeping at that time. No one called me. I even went so far as to IM one of my old rf.net friends and ask if she called, and she, too, was sleeping at that time. When I called my parents to see if anything weird happened at home, they said, no, maybe it was a wrong number. But a wrong number would not call twice-- once to talk, and then call back to leave a message. I was thinking it was one of my friends who were drunk from St. Patrick's Day, but they all didn't go out because they had work in the morning.
When my boyfriend left for work, I lay in bed thinking about the phone call. I kept obsessively calling back my cell phone to listen to the message over and over. It made me feel really uncomfortable, then suddenly I thought of Tricia again, and I officially freaked myself out. I wondered if she tried to contact me. I know they say that the dead can contact you in your dreams or through telephones (1 ring and hang up with no caller ID). OK-- yes I heard it from Sylvia Brown the psychic, but whatever. I started to talk aloud saying, "Tricia, I am your friend. I always was your friend." That made me feel better, and I fell back asleep. When I woke up again at 11, I IMED my guy best friend and told him the story. He said I gave him the chills and then asked me, "Is Tricia in hell?" ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
What do you think? I'm very weirded out by this whole thing, indeed.
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This message was edited by Katylina on 3-18-04 @ 11:59 AM
He gave me his cell phone to call "Jen" back, but we couldn't make any outgoing phone calls at all from it. This is even weirder because he ALWAYS has reception on his cell-- he uses it as his home phone as well. Finally, we just went back to bed.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I suddenly started to think about Tricia-- my friend who died in a terrible car crash three years ago. I couldn't stop thinking about her lying in bed trying to fall back asleep. I kept seeing her in my mind's eye in the last photograph I took of her and her boyfriend before she died. I kept flashing back to the funeral and thinking of how the mother had a closed coffin because Tricia didn't look like beautiful self anymore.
I drifted off to sleep, and we woke up to Ed's phone ringing at 5:30 (his wake up call). He gave me his cell phone so I could check my messages. When I listened to it, my heart skipped a beat; I grabbed his arm and started to cry. The first thought that came into my head was that someone got hurt or died. It was a girl weeping saying, "Girl, I'm in a bad way right now. I wanted to talk to you. You were never my friend!" Then nothing. I did not recognize the voice, and when my boyfriend checked the calls on my cell phone, it didn't even show the fact that someone called me 2X at 4:15 am.
I called up all of my girl friends at 6 in the morning, and they all were sleeping at that time. No one called me. I even went so far as to IM one of my old rf.net friends and ask if she called, and she, too, was sleeping at that time. When I called my parents to see if anything weird happened at home, they said, no, maybe it was a wrong number. But a wrong number would not call twice-- once to talk, and then call back to leave a message. I was thinking it was one of my friends who were drunk from St. Patrick's Day, but they all didn't go out because they had work in the morning.
When my boyfriend left for work, I lay in bed thinking about the phone call. I kept obsessively calling back my cell phone to listen to the message over and over. It made me feel really uncomfortable, then suddenly I thought of Tricia again, and I officially freaked myself out. I wondered if she tried to contact me. I know they say that the dead can contact you in your dreams or through telephones (1 ring and hang up with no caller ID). OK-- yes I heard it from Sylvia Brown the psychic, but whatever. I started to talk aloud saying, "Tricia, I am your friend. I always was your friend." That made me feel better, and I fell back asleep. When I woke up again at 11, I IMED my guy best friend and told him the story. He said I gave him the chills and then asked me, "Is Tricia in hell?" ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
What do you think? I'm very weirded out by this whole thing, indeed.
My Tricia (http://www.skymemorials.com/kmiotek.html)
another page... (http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/beatnik/228/index.htm)
<center>
<marquee>Need you. Dream you. Find you. Taste you. Use you. Scar you. Fuck you. Break you. I hope that we die holding hands. I'm addicted to you-- don't you know that you're toxic?</marquee>
<img src="http://scripts.cgispy.com/image.cgi?u=katylina">
<a href="http://www.pagerealm.com/katylina/index.html" target=_new>Katylina's Web Page</a>
<br>
<br>
<b>Thank you to ADF, Fluff, monsterone and AG for making certain sigs for me!</b>
This message was edited by Katylina on 3-18-04 @ 11:59 AM