posted on Jan, 4 2014 @ 01:35 AM
I have read many accounts of similar experiences over the years and was always envious as I would dearly love my grandmother to phone me from wherever
she is now. In fact I have put a lot of energy and time into attempting to invite such an experience.
Four years ago next month, one sunday evening about 7pm, my mobile phone rang, i answered and the conversation went like this.
Hello is that ann?
me yes, who is that?
Ann, its Mick
me, hi Mick, how are you?
Can i come and visit?
me of course you can,
How do I get to you?
me where are you?
I am at Victoria
me, well you need to get on a coach for the south coast, when you get close give me a call and i will come and pick you up.
That's too far........
the phone then cut out! I redialled the London number showing on my call log, no answer, so I found out Micks mobile number and called him back,
thinking he was out of credit and change for the call box, his phone was answered by his wife, who passed it over to him. At this point, i discovered
he was still in Scotland.
Doesn't sound like much of a story, until you consider the fact that i had just got a new phone, (a family member had given my number out to violent
drug taking friends who kept calling me) I had my sim for two days before this call, three people had the number, none of whom knew of Mick, who
happens to be a paternal cousin to my children and due to family deaths etc, contact had only just been re established after decades of no contact. So
there is no way someone was playing a trick on me. My children were in the room when i took this call, so not some trick of my mind. It was also clear
that they were as shocked as I was, they have never been able to work out the truth of what happened, insisting that someone must be playing tricks on
me, without being able to explain how that was possible.
I googled the London number to discover it was a call box at Victoria coach station, then when i realised what just happened couldn't have happened,
i realised Micks dad was also called Mick, he died over a decade ago, but I recognised the voice on the other end of the phone, whoever called knew my
name and I could match the name to the strong accent I hear as being accurate. Strange as it seems, the only explanation i could come up with was I
had received a call from someone no longer with us!
I am a great believer in the idea that the truth always comes out in the end. Four years on, I am no further forward in discovering who called, I can
find no other explanation.
While i was on the phone, i knew something didn't feel right, i couldn't explain at the time, the closest i can get to an explanation even now, is
that although there was a conversation going on, with clear responses to my words, it felt as if there was something missing, almost as if the voice
on the other end had recorded their responses ready to be played to me when the call was made. Its really hard to explain, although it sounded like
responses to my sentences, i didn't feel I was having a conversation.
Very odd experience and if this was the person I think i was talking to, it begs the question why call me? I met him a handful of times, many years
ago, I had nothing to do with his family for decades partly due to some bad feeling on the part of his siblings towards me. That makes it even less
likely that I would be his person of choice to call!