“I’m in your country.” “I’m in your state.” “I’m in your city.”
The voicemails left from the unknown number kept on coming, even after I’ve blocked the number after the second time it happened. I thought about telling mom but thought against it. It was when she tucked me in at night a week after the last voicemail came was when I saw a phone number on my mom’s palm. Of course it took me time to recognize it.
It was the unknown caller’s ID. I was frozen in shock. How could it be? Maybe my mom was pranking me with April Fools coming in about a week. But my mother isn’t the type to prank me a week in advance. I attempted to ask but mom must’ve noticed the horror in my eyes that she quickly said goodnight and hurried out the door, tightly closing the door behind her. I trembled even with so many covers on me.. could my own-birth mother have prank called me? The question continued to echo in my head even after I fell asleep. Little did I know that my mom was right outside my door listening and watching..
A little later this month, I got another call as soon as I saw the number pop up on my screen, I turned to my mother. To my surprise she was watching me intently with no electronics seeming to be nearby. She finally said, “Well, aren’t you going to answer the phone? Just gonna keep the caller waiting?” She then walked back to her office and I quickly answered. “I’m in your town.” Then instead of me clicking off, he hung up. I shuddered and thought about confronting mom, more like just telling her about the phone calls. I finally gathered up my courage and went to find mom in her office – but she wasn’t there. Instead, the window was open, open enough for someone to jump or crawl through. I went to the window and sure enough I saw my mother walking down towards the woods. I watched her as she looked around, as if she was scared someone was watching her. That’s when I got another phone call from the mysterious person. “I’m in your street.” I looked out the window and saw that my mom was gone and nowhere in sight.
