I don't have a home number anymore, and it listed the number of the phone I was holding. I stared at the screen in disbelief before I swiped the bar and answered the call.
I was a bit unnerved, so I hung up. Everyone at the table was giving me funny looks. How do you explain that you just prank called yourself? We all laughed it off and picked up our conversation, but I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that would not go away.
I got a text message that evening from the same number. My number. It was blank. I'm not even sure how to send a blank message. It had me really creeped out, and I was starting to feel nauseated. Deja vu is normal, and I'm used to that. This is weird. Disconcerting, even.
I know my phone is old, maybe it's malfunctioning. That's it. I must just need a new one.
Except when I checked my email this morning, I had an email. From myself. That I didn't send. I do email myself occasionally to remind me of something, but this one is blank, except for the signature at the bottom.
I drove to our local AT&T store in a panic. I knew they would think I was crazy, so all I told the salesman was that I needed a new phone. Mine was old, it even had a crack in the back from where I had dropped it once. Just to be sure, I had them change the phone number, too.
I sighed with relief as I drove home with my new phone. I left the old one at the store. I don't care if they recycle it or throw it away. I got home and began setting up the new phone how I want it.
I got another message. From my new number. This one isn't blank.
"Took you long enough."
I stared at the message in disbelief. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as I typed out a reply.
"Who are you?"
I half expected the same message to show up in my inbox. It didn't.
"I think you know. Or at least you suspect who I am."
Mind games. Perfect. At least they don't use chat speak.
"What do you want?"
I was a little scared to ask that question.
I stared at those ellipses for over a minute as my tormentor typed a reply.
"I'll let you know when I have that figured out."
That was the only reply I got. I tried texting, calling, even emailing myself trying to get answers. I haven't gotten any response. I kept pinching myself, trying to wake up from this nightmare. That hasn't worked, either.
Am I contacting myself from the future somehow? If so, why? My stomach still hasn't settled down. I couldn't eat much supper tonight. I'm keeping my phone handy, though. Just in case.
This is a work of fiction inspired by a true event. I did get a phone call from myself. It was weird.