When “Wrong Number” Goes WAY Too Far
A little girl picks up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey sweetheart, it’s Dad… is Mom home?”
“Yeah… she’s upstairs.”
Pause.
“…with our neighbor. Robert.”
Silence.
“…What?”
“Robert. He’s in the b*dro*m with Mom. She said not to disturb them.”
Another pause.
Longer this time.
“Okay… listen carefully.”
“Put the phone down… go upstairs… knock on the door… and say:
‘Dad just pulled into the driveway.’”
“Okay… but I want a reward.”
“Deal.”
A minute passes.
Two.
The girl comes back.
“I did it.”
“What happened?”
“Mom p*nick*d… jumped out of bed… tr*pp*d… h*t her h*ad…”
Pause.
“…she’s not m*ving anymore.”
“…Oh my God… and Robert?”
“He fr*ak*d out… ran to the window… j*mp*d…”
Another pause.
“…into the pool.”
“The pool?!”
“…but there’s no water. You said it needed repainting.”
Silence.
Heavy silence.
“…Is this… Emily?”
“No.”
Tiny pause.
“…wrong number.” 😄
