3am Phone Calls

3am Phone Calls

I woke up from a deep sleep in a cold sweat. I grabbed my cell phone to look at the time. My phone said it was 258 am only a couple of minutes before 3am. I answered it without looking at the caller ID, but no one was there. I hung up and put my phone face down on the side table. I fell asleep thinking it was a wrong number or a prank phone call. I didn’t think much of it when I finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke and rushed around my apartment to get ready for work. I forgot about the event from the night before. I sat down for breakfast and finally had a chance to look at my phone. I checked the call log, but there was no record of the call even coming in. The last call was when my mom called me, but nothing afterwards. I thought it was strange, but I thought maybe I had dreamt about the phone call. It isn’t the first time I've had a dream that felt like reality. I turned off my phone and finished my breakfast. I put the finishing touches on my outfit and headed off to work.

My workday went on as usual. I was dealing with clients about the loans they couldn’t get, and of course; they blamed me for their bad credit. It was about lunchtime when I finally got to sit down for a bite to eat. “You look exhausted,” my best friend, Sara, said to me.

“Yeah, well, I swore a phone call came into my phone around 3am. When I answered it, there was no one on the other line, and when I checked this morning, there were no calls in the log. I don’t know, maybe I dreamt the whole phone call.” I said before taking a bite of my turkey sandwich.

“I don’t think it was a dream, but maybe a ghost call. I heard there is an urban legend that if your phone rings at 3am it’s a ghost or someone from the spirit world trying to contact you.” Sara explains as she continues to eat her lunch.

My day went on with nothing strange happening. I went home thinking about what Sara had said at lunchtime. I laughed; I had never heard of the dead trying to reach out through the phone. My night continued on as normal: dinner, tv and then bedtime. I went to bed a little later than normal because I knew if I did normal, it would be easier to sleep through my phone if it went off again at 3am. When I finally drifted off to sleep, my body relaxed. I thought nothing would wake up, but right at 3am my phone began to buzz. I quickly woke up and grabbed it. There was no caller ID. I answered, “HELLO, HELLO!” I yelled into the phone.

No one spoke again. I yelled again, “HELLO!!”

The phone disconnected, and I heard a dial tone. I clicked the end button on my phone and sat up in bed. I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I went out to the kitchen to get a drink of water. And something to eat. I sat in the kitchen and finished my water. I walked back into my bedroom and tried to fall asleep, but I tossed and turned all night. I couldn’t sleep; this was the second night that someone called my cell phone and there was no caller ID. I checked my call log, and there was nothing there. I was so confused.

The next morning, I called in sick to work. I needed to figure out what was going on and get some sleep since I keep getting woken up at 3am. I didn’t know where to go to find out what was happening with my phone. I called my good friend Colleen; she was a technology whiz and knew everything about cell phones. She told me to bring my phone into her shop, and she would look at it to see if there was a glitch in it.

When I arrived at Colleen's house, I explained to her what had been happening at 3am. She gave me an unusual look; she thought I was making up a story. I told her I was serious and I don't know why this keeps happening. Colleen told me she couldn't help because it wasn’t a technology issue but a paranormal issue. She told me that if the number calls again; I need to answer calmly because my tone might scare off who or what is trying to get in touch with me. Colleen said, “Someone who has passed away might be trying to tell you something. Has someone passed away in your life recently?”

“Yeah, my grandfather passed away a couple of months ago.” I said, thinking about why he would try to get in touch with me.

“Well, he is probably trying to give you a message. Did he leave anything in his will, or were you supposed to get anything?” Colleen asked, trying to figure out why he would want to communicate with me.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t allowed to go to the reading of the will, but I was there when he died.” I said, thinking about how everyone in my family kept me away from his lawyer’s office.

I left Colleen’s house and thought about everything we spoke about. When I arrived home, I called my mom and asked her about the reading of my grandfather’s will. She told me I got nothing and to drop it. I didn’t believe her and hung up on her. I did my normal nightly routine and went to bed at my normal time. I made sure my phone was facing towards me so I wouldn’t miss the call. I fell asleep hoping for that phone call.

My eyes opened at 2:45 a.m. I stared at the clock on my phone and waited. Once again the clock struck 3am and my phone began to buzz. I picked it up calmly. “Hello”

“Ella, it’s Grandpa.” The voice on the phone said quietly.

“Hello, Grandpa. Why are you calling me?” I softly asked.

“Your mother is lying to you. I left you everything in my will, and she took it all.” My grandpa said,

“How do I prove she took it all?” I asked.

“Contact my lawyer, Harold Miller. He will help you.” My grandpa said before the line when dead.

I put my phone down and went back to sleep, but I once again tossed and turned all night long.

I called in sick to work the next morning. I needed to figure everything out with my grandfather’s will. I first called Harold Miller, and he told me he was expecting my phone call. He told me I needed to come down to his office and sign papers that voided my mother’s claim on the will.

I rushed right down to Harold Miller’s office. I quickly signed the papers, and the inheritance was rightfully in my possession. My mom was angry, but the lawyer told her she was lucky that's all that happened to her because she could go to jail for fraud.

After I left the lawyer’s office, I invited Colleen and Sara over for a celebratory dinner. We drank, talked and laughed the night away. I told them about what happened at the lawyer’s office and how my grandfather’s phone call helped me straighten everything out. When the two girls left for the night, I finished cleaning up and headed to bed, but before I fell asleep a text message came to my phone. It had no caller ID, but it said, “I am glad it all worked out. Good luck. Grandpa.”