Last night a man left death threats in a message on my cell.
I thought it might be a message about dad, so I checked it immediately after I rolled out of bed. Already slightly anxious, stressed and emotionally vulnerable, I was assaulted by an aggresive male voice uttering violent, scary and hostile threats.
It was terrifying, even though I never seriously thought he meant to be leaving the message for me. I figure that the person who used to have my cell number really pissed this guy off somehow, enough that he kept saying things like "The stuff on the Sopranos is real."
I don't know what to do. Mom keeps saying "how do you know it wasn't for you" and telling me to call the cops. Personally I'm nervous about becoming a target, but that seems a little chicken of me.
What would you do?
Full transcript:<to come because I figure it'll be kind of funny once I have enough emotional distance from the shock and drama.>
Quick update - I called the cops in K'ton and have given them the details. That way if it happens again I won't have to explain why I didn't call the first time.
Stressfully enough, both the police officers I spoke with asked me "why would you think it wasn't for you?" And my immediate response of "why would it be for me?" didn't seem to cut the mustard. "Well, he called your phone..." was the response.
So, while I can explain fairly logically why it might not be for me, it still kind of shakes me up when people, especially cops, keep assuming some guys is actually uttering death threats intended for me. spooky.
Posted by: Lex | April 11, 2006 at 09:23 AM
oh, and it makes my "too many doughnuts in the bag" complaint seem pretty damned trivial.
Posted by: Lex | April 11, 2006 at 09:24 AM
A week after I got my new rogers phone I started to get 1AM booty calls from a drunk guy. Funny.
Yours ain't so funny. You did the right thing.
Posted by: de | April 12, 2006 at 11:22 AM
thanks. New cell phone number (as of 2 months ago) was one of my primary reasons for believing it wasn't for me.
While I've never gotten "free" booty calls, I did regularly get calls for an escort with one new number and for drug delivery with another.
But the cops in K'ton didn't quite get the cell phone aspect of this whole thing.
Yesterday another cop called and told me they'd called the inbound number my phone stored, and it was a boarding house who were uncooperative. My response was "Really?!? How shocking." (note the sarcasm), and "GEEZE, please don't put me at risk!!!!"
Posted by: Lex | April 12, 2006 at 12:47 PM
Holy crap indeed! I totally would have called the cops - good job. I'm sure it was just some random guy, either being a jerk or calling the wrong number, but scary all the same. When we finally meet for brunch, I'll be sure to bring my knuckle dusters for you.
In other news, I keep coming late to all this drama because Bloglines keeps pretending you haven't updated your blog. Stupid Bloglines . . . clearly, I will have to get tough with it.
Posted by: roro | April 12, 2006 at 06:19 PM
roro -- just leave it a message referencing the Sopranos a couple of times, that'll get it's attention. re: brunch - well, I'll believe it when I eat it. ;->
Posted by: Lex | April 13, 2006 at 10:17 AM
Oh, Lex of little faith. Brunch is like the tooth fairy - once you start to doubt her, she has a harder time finding your house.
I'm off to send a threatening message to Bloglines.
Posted by: roro | April 13, 2006 at 12:02 PM