Not too long after rejecting that call, I received another. I had never received one at almost 1 AM on a Sunday night– let alone one from Russia. Most of the spam numbers I received were domestic, and were received during weekday afternoons. That meant receiving calls from randomly generated numbers became a common occurrence, which is why this one did not phase me too much. I had recently purchased a URL from GoDaddy and made the foolish decision to not make it private, so my mobile number was made public for all the spammers to find. The number was strange and told me it was from Russia, so I ignored it. A few minutes after switching back, the music got cut off once again, and my high-pitched ringtone flooded the car with an ear-piercing jingle. I went ahead and switched back to the AUX and continued our drive home. I actually found it strange and a bit unnerving myself, but did not want to let it show in front of her… macho-guy-routine, and all that. I continued to laugh while Debbie nervously chuckled. I whipped out my phone and recorded a Snapchat video of our reactions, which I’ll link below: I immediately began laughing at her selection, since it was exactly what I was hoping we’d find and so much more. What we heard could only be described as a little girl singing with a high-pitched, distorted voice.
She hit the spooky jackpot with that one. With an annoyed sigh, Debbie reached over and spun the dial with little thought. I agreed to cut the act and told her it can all end if she played along a little bit, by choosing one random AM station for us to listen to. I scanned one by one until I found one that was just blaring white noise, I left it on and began making comments to Debbie in different horror-inspired voices… things like “They’re watching us” and “Tonight seems like a nice night to die, don’t you think?” The crazy thing was, Debbie didn’t find my hilarious jokes very entertaining and kept trying to shut the radio off. I switched from the AUX settings in the car to the radio and immediately switched to AM. Being the loving guy I am, I decided I would take advantage of her fear and scare her even more. She kind of laughed, but I noticed the fear in her voice and eyes. Being into horror films, I took the opportunity to make a comment on our creepy surroundings to Debbie. The kind of dark where you drive slow and blare your high beams – which is what I did. This didn’t worry us though, because like I said, this was our fourth year and had pretty much learned the route back home by now. Because we were aware of this, we fully expected to not have use of our phone’s GPS system to help us navigate the town. I think it’s a combination of being in a small town, and randomly filling a small area with thousands of people, that causes the service to dissipate so quick. It’s pretty much common knowledge amongst the community that cell phone service is completely gone after the first day. Her and I have attended this festival for the past four years. It went on from Thursday until past midnight on Sunday, so by the time we left the last show, trudged through the mud, packed up the last of our belongings from the campsite and drove past the stampede of fellow festival goers, it was pretty late. This particular festival was in a small Wisconsin town called Twin Lakes. I do not know who else to turn to that may take me seriously, and I know this community is often eager to help in situations like this.Ī few months ago in late July, I attended a music festival with my girlfriend, Debbie. I’m writing this as somewhat of a warning, but also a slight cry for help.
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