A number of years ago I was getting loads from Kingston, Jamaica - different numbers, I always blocked them after the first missed call. The weird thing was one time there was a voicemail message from one of these numbers that was like 5 minutes long, and when I played the message it wasn’t the sound of a call centre exactly, it seemed to be some kind of outside gathering, and there was a guy muttering indistinctly but kind of ominously. It didn’t quite sound like a pocket-dial and the whole thing was pretty creepypasta. Seven days later I died obv
― type your stinkin prose off me, ur damned qwerty uiop (wins), Sunday, 20 May 2018 17:53 (seven years ago)