Unexpected.

You know that moment where the phone rings in the middle of the night, and your thoughts immediately expect the worst? Why would someone phone the house at 1230? Someone's dead. Or seriously wounded. Something had to have happened thats not good to warrant a call to the home phone at this hour. So you lay in your bed hoping its nothing. Playing situations over in your head. What it could be. Grandpa? Something happened to him. No, that wasn't it. Could something have happened to her? Probably not, because if something did it would be my cell phone. But if it had, just the mere scenario playing through in my head brings a pain so deep, I can barely take in my next breath. The phone stops ringing. No movement from anyone, it must be ok. The phone rings again. The pain returns. I guess it isn't pain, so much as fear that something has happened. Figuring something is actually going on, I can't bear the thoughts in my head so I scramble off the air mattress into the hallway to see if someone has answered the phone and figure out what is really going on. I open the door only to see the phone flashing on the ledge. With my heart trying to decide whether it should keep racing or stop completely, I answer it. "Hello?" I gasped.

A computerized voice then notified me a text was sent to our landline, saying "Hey, whats up? Who is this?"

Turns out it was a wrong number.