This is not your typical ghost story. This is a mystery. A walk on the other side...another place and another plane...a peculiar occurrence in time. This is a story of my sister.
On Friday, January 9, 2009, I was laid off. The next day began like every other normal Saturday. But it would end quite differently. That afternoon my husband, Jim, and I went to our shop, R-T Auto Repair, to wash, wax, and clean my very filthy truck. It was so dirty, it should have been spanked. On the way home, we stopped by Win River, an Indian gaming casino, for a couple of hours. We won some money and left. On our way home I was hungry, so we went to Jack in the Box. As we pulled up to the drive-thru menu, I called my son, Brandon, to see if he wanted something to eat. He didn't want anything which is probably the greater mystery. But I digress.
I'm sure you'll agree, so far, a very normal day. Too normal. Unnervingly normal. After calling him, I checked my phone to see if I had missed any calls while inside the casino. I had received two calls from Jeanne's cell phone number. Jeanne is my long time friend and frequent coworker. The first call came in at 10:24 p.m. and the other one was at 10:28 p.m. There was no message. I looked at my watch. It was 10:40 p.m. I called her back and her phone went to voice mail. I left a message. I thought maybe they were at Win River and saw us leaving and that was why she had called.
The next afternoon, Sunday, I called Jeanne to let her know that I had been let go. I asked her what she had wanted when she called last night. I had been thinking about her A LOT on Friday after my release and on into the next day. She was confused. So, I asked again, what she had wanted last night when she called. She was still confused. I told her the story about the two calls four minutes apart with no message left.
Still sounding confused, she asked if I was sure it was her. I told her yes, it was from her cell phone. Silence. After a few hanging seconds, with a catch in her voice, she said that she hadn't called me last night. She asked if I was sure it was she that called. So I grabbed my cell phone and double checked the number. It was her cell number all right! Jeanne, once again sounding confused, said as a matter of fact, her daughter Colette had called last night while she and her husband were asleep. After Colette hung up Bill, bitched to Jeanne because she had called so flippin' late. Jeanne looked at the clock and laughed. It was only 9:30. After telling him he was a grumpy, old fart, she rolled over and fell quickly asleep.
Next, Jeanne checked her cell phone which was in her purse. It was turned off. She knows that, while she was awake, she never called me. She said that she had never sleep-called anyone. She wondered if it was possible she just doesn't remember because she was asleep. I told her she had been on my mind all weekend. Maybe her phone got my psychic message and took it upon itself to call me because, after all, she and Bill are old, need lots of sleep and had no time to talk that night.
I would think I had sleep-phoned her if her number was on my phone. It wasn't. I had been thinking a lot about Tami because she had been so upset but I didn't want to "butt in." This is unexplainable, in my opinion. I wish I had left her a voice message from my dreams. That would have been even more eerie.
What do you think happened that night? Who or what made those calls? My sister gave me this story because, as she says, she knows I love this kind of s*** and might have freaky friends who have ideas. Or did she say freakin' friends? And I really think she meant you might have ideas about how this happened because I KNOW you all have ideas of one type or another. I mean, I don't think she believes my friends are vacant, does she? It is late. I can't remember. Anyway, how 'bout it freaky friends? Do you have an explanation. We don't. Hit me back!