I wasn't planning to post until I returned from the history conference I'm attending, but something utterly, unbelievably strange happened to me last night. I swear that everything I'm about to write is true. I'm still shaken up by it.
A little after 2 a.m. I woke up to the sound of my phone dialing and my dad's voicemail picking up.
Yes. Especially since I was across the room in bed. My phone was sitting five feet away still on the chair where I'd plugged it in to charge overnight.
I got to the phone where my dad's voicemail message was still playing and then my phone rang. It was my husband.
"Andrea - what's going on?"
"What do you mean?" I was not only confused, but really tired.
"You've been calling me."
At this point my stomach pretty much dropped out of my body. I had no idea what was going on. I told him that my phone seemed to be calling numbers randomly and I was clueless as to why.
After we hung up, I looked at my call log. My phone had been calling random numbers for at least fifteen minutes.
Not knowing what to do and pretty much freaked out, I shut the phone down and went back to sleep.
This morning when I woke early for the conference, my hotel roomie and fellow history Christian said. "You sent me the most random text at 2 a.m."
She showed me the text. It was a smiley face followed by a bunch of random letters.
I did not send that text.
So there were random calls, and texts, and now this morning I've discovered my Facebook was also full of weird nonsense. I have a Facebook app on my Droid.
My theories : 1) my phone went insane. I don't know why, but it did.
2) A ghost, which had never used a smartphone, decided it would be fun to try mine out. I'm in St. Augustine, Florida. The oldest permanent colonial settlement in the U.S. and I'm staying in a very old hotel on the national register of historic places. If any place has a ghost, it would be here.
3) My Droid has become self aware and is attempting to communicate on its own.
So dear friends, if you got a call with no one on the other end of the line or a nonsense text from me in the middle of the night it was not me. I don't know what it was.