I'm a college student from Australia on the school *************** and I live in a not so big house. The house was normal sized. It had 3 rooms, 2 comfort rooms, 1 in the masters and the other in the second floor. I sleep in the masters. The masters bedroom but if I go home late, I sleep in the couch. This day was one of those late days. I had to stay in school until 11:00pm because I was chosen to play as the lead actor in a play. So after we finished rehearsing, I drove back home. I remember looking at my phone and receiving 4 missed calls from my mom. I called her back while sitting in the couch I was still fully awake. I was a night guy that's why I wasn't tired. I know most of you would say what's so scary about this. But this where this get creepy.
I called my mom, and she answered.
"Mom?" I asked.
"Honey, why weren't you answering your phone?"
"Ma, I was in the play rehearsals. I gotta go. Love you mom."
"Son, I'm dead." She hung up.
I dropped the phone and sat in the couch frozen. I wondered who was that on the other line, and I don't know how I forgot that my mom died already. I slept with the lights open. The next morning, dad called. He said:
"Hey son, I just visited mom's grave, and I saw your phone. Did you visit here?" I was using my phone to call and I told him it wasn't mine and told him to go away and leave my alone. What's so creepy? I lost my dad a few years ago and I'm sure that I did leave my phone purposely on mom's grave. It was dad's old phone that he gave it to me before he died.
A/N: Sorry for not posting, guys... :)
