(*Note from Saya(the translator): the “I” in this story is not me, but an anonymous man who is the author of this story)
This is what actually happened to me, so there isn't going to be a clear cut explanation at the end. But it scared me out of my wits, and I thought you might be interested to hear it.
It was about three years ago. It was my first summer since I started university and began living on my own. Previously I had never bothered to get a mobile before, because when I was at school we had a spare telephone handset at home, and I would use that when I needed a secret chit-chat with my girlfriend etc. But then at university everyone around me carried mobiles and they all told me how handy it was, so in the end I was persuaded to buy one myself. Now, I can't live without it. Anyway, my story is going to involve the mobile.
It was around 2 or 3 am. My mobile suddenly started ringing. Being a student it wasn’t unusual to get phone calls at odd hours – but it was very late anyhow, and as I wasn’t yet used to hearing the sound of sharp ringing tone in the middle of night, I jumped out of my bed half in panic and lunged for the phone.
“Hello?” I said.
“..zzz…z……z.” There was no answer.
Still no answer.
All I could hear was the sound of heavy rain. Wherever the caller was, it must have been outside and it was pouring buckets. And probably very cold, too. Trivial thoughts like these flickered through my mind as I continued vainly to get some response. I didn't think about hanging up, as I was still feeling groggy and wasn't thinking very clearly.
I don’t know how long it took, but after some time I finally heard a voice. It was a voice of a middle-aged woman, perhaps in her thirties.
“Helloooo?” I said again, for the hundredth time.
“Hi! Do you have any idea where my mobile is ?”said the woman.
“What? Your mobile?”
“Yeah, ,my mobile! I’ve just lost my mobile!”
“Well…. That’s too bad…..”
“I’m stuck in the middle of a mountain! I’m coming over to you right now!”
“What? Mountain? What do you mean??”
Beep beep beep…
The woman hung up, before I could understand what was going on.
For the next few minutes I just stood there, simply stunned, but then a thought hit me which made me wide awake in less than a second.
It dawned on me that the number on the display started with 090 (NB: 090 are standard digits used at the beginning of a Japanese mobile number), and also I had no clue whatsoever about who the hell she was. Once I got my mind working, I started noticing other really odd things about the call. So she's in the middle of a mountain, in this rain and at this hour? Why and how could she call from there? Mobile? Didn’t she say she lost her mobile? Was that the mobile of someone else she was with? How did she get to the mountain in the first place? By car? But I could hear it was raining like mad.. was she outside? Why? - How? - What? Now I was really beginning to panic.
Then I remembered her last words, and felt my body go cold all over: I am coming over to you right now.
In a flash I was out of my room and was dashing towards my friend's house. There I stayed up with my friend all night, with all lights in the house turned on.
What happened the next morning is the most terrifying part. I was naturally very tired from lack of sleep and so tried to go home and get some proper rest. But when I arrived at my front door the whole area was covered with someone's footprints… all wet and muddy.... and there and then, I changed the mobile setting so that I could bar that strange phone number. I then went straight back to my friend’s to sleep there.
That’s the end of my story. Soon after the incident I broke the moblie by accident, and lost all the data. To this day I still don’t know what that call really meant. Whoever the caller was - a ghost or a psychopath – it was truly unnerving experience to me. When I tell this story to my friends they all say I should have returned the call, but if they had been in the same situation, I bet they wouldn’t have guts to do that either. Some things are best left alone …. As the old saying goes, “The wise man never allows himself to be in danger.”