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It wasn’t just one voicemail, it was a series of them. My ex boyfriend, you may have read about it in one of my previous answers but the short of it was that he was arrested while we were breaking up for terroristic threats against me and my kids. After he got out of jail on bond he started calling me from all kinds of different numbers. I stopped answering calls when I didn’t recognize the number. The voicemails he left were terrifying. Describing what he would do to me if he ever saw me again. Threats to my life and my kids lives if I dared to show up and testify against him in court. I was scared for our lives. I changed my phone number as soon as I could. Sadly, I couldn’t afford to move and one day he did try to make good on those threats. I am happy to say that he is serving life right now. Unfortunately, it took him actually k**ling a girl for that to happen. The DA (even with all the voicemail evidence against him) decided not to pursue charges in my case and he was just told to stay away from me. So a few years later I got a call from the DA where he lived wanting to know if I would be a witness to prove that he had done this before. When the defense attorney found out that I agreed to testify and what I would be saying, he talked my ex into pleading guilty. He has a history of this behavior, but he bullied all the others into dropping and recanting. I refused to do that.
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First day on the job at the VA. My new job is to pay the medical bills for veterans who suddenly go to an Emergency Room. In some cases for some veterans, the law allows VA to pay the ER and the ambulance.I sit down at my new desk. There are messages. The first one is an old man, weak and out of breath. The message is several weeks old. He says, slowly and perhaps in tears, “Please pay my ambulance bill. I can’t live like this. I swear I’ll never call an ambulance again. I ’d rather die. I guess I’ll just die.”That changed my life. I spent the next three years fighting with supervisors, researching the law, finding mistakes on denied claims, and fixing the financial lives of veterans that my office had made mistakes on.Never did find that old vet. Not knowing how the phones worked, I erased the message accidentally. I hope he called again, I was quite successful as a medical financial troubleshooter.
My mom’s last voicemail, when I was 26, for sure. My phone had died in the evening and I was out of town. After I bought a replacement charger the next morning and listened to it, I erased it (as I usually did). I don’t remember exactly what she said, but she said that I was the best thing that she had ever done in her life, and that she loved me.She often left those kind of sappy messages after a few drinks when I didn’t answer. Or if I did answer, she’d ramble on about how much she loved me, that she was proud of everything I did, etc. Little did I know I would never hear her voice again.My mom took her own life that night, soon after the missed call, parked on a logging road near a lake we had always gone to swim and picnic. She was 49. They found an empty bottle of vodka and a gun she had purchased hours before she shot herself. Later I learned she had called me several times. She called her best friend. Neither of us picked up when she needed us most.I feel a deep remorse and guilt about not answering, and then erasing that last voicemail. It will be 12 years since she died in a few days, and it still doesn’t hurt any less than when I first learned what she did. Infact, it hurts more.
Hi Mom. Dad’s dead. Love you. Bye.That was the message my 14 year old son left on my machine. His father had overdosed some time in the night. My son woke up to him dead in his recliner.I was 1000 miles away in Colorado. I threw some clothes in the truck and my husband and I took off for Houston. We drove all night non stop, headed for the worst part of Houston that I could remember. I didnt know where my son lived. My ex had hidden him from me for 10 years. We ended up 2 blocks from his apartment.It was the beginning of a new life for my son. He grew and blossomed in Colorado. No one missed my abusive drug addicted ex.
It wasn’t on my voicemail- but a voice on the other end of the phone. “ I’m going to come over and re you” I was all alone, it was well after midnight, and I was in a crappy little house in a not so nice section of town my senior year in college. I slammed down the phone and instantly went into panic mode. I called a friend, woke her up, and she came over and brought me back to her house. I was shaking I was so scared. Both my roommates practically lived at their boyfriend’s places, so I was typically alone at our house. When I returned the following morning, I peered around the house, looking for any signs of entry. For weeks, I was freaked out. I found out months later that it was a roommate’s childhood friend- thinking he was funny. I screamed at him telling him what he did to me and how I felt unsafe for months. He didn’t quite get it and responded “I called back to tell you it was a joke!”. To which I replied “ who in their right mind would answer a phone after midnight, knowing a rist was on the other end?!” I never really forgave him, mainly because he never really felt bad or understood why his behavior was above stupid.
I was at work and my daughter should of been at school and I didn’t make it to my mobile in time, so I had to listen to a voicemail message from the school that said “your daughter isn’t at school today, there’s been an accident on the road, we hope she’s okay, please call back! “So you can imagine where my head went with that, my heart definitely skipped a beat, the colour drained out of my face and panic mode set in.I was miles away from the school and didn’t drive, my initial reaction was to get in a taxi quick and start a ground search.So then, when I started to be able to breathe again, i rang my friends who had collected my daughter (our kids were best friends and we became close and they offered to drive four miles out of their way to pick her up and drop her off.)Anyway, it was easily explainable and my heart stopped racing when they said “we were taking the kids to school and a tree fell down on the road so we had to turn back and the children are fine, I’ve taken the morning off to look after them and didn’t want to disturb you at work incase you worried “Phew massive relief.But i seriously wish the school had explained that instead of leaving a vague message that scared the life out of me! Sheesh.
One of my bfs that I was living with left one on my phone one tea time. He called me a dirty effing w**re and loads of other insults. I recognized the background noise and knew where he was. I walked into the bar in question. Pressed play on the voicemail put the phone on speaker and let the whole room listen. I didn’t get another voicemail ever.
It was my dad telling to come bk home now.I was 15 at the time and mum was not in the best place. She was struggling with alcohol abuse and she took an overdose in front of me.I ran to my dad to help call the ambulance.He sat there and said let her k**l herself then.(my dad and my mum love each other so much, they couldn’t live without each other and still together now 37 years in total. But that night my dad broke.)So I ran….. out the house at 11pm at night not knowing what to do i ran. I was running so hard I didn’t even hear my phone going off.I stop about 2 miles away from home and looked at my phone and there was voicemail.He said to come bk home now.Eventually I got bk home and watched my mum leave in the ambulance.It was the first of many attempts over the months.I watched my dad cry for the first time in my life and it broke apart of my heart that night.
I came home from vacation. That I really needed. Time away from my own prison. I checked my voicemail. I had been in grief hell for over a year at that point. I got a voicemail from my husband’s ex. That I don’t know, and she doesn’t know me. I was grieving my six year old child. She had been Facebook stalking.In that message she said “you two little birdies belong together” ( what’s birdies supposed to mean) also “you are fat and ugly” OK… fine. Then “I am glad Xander died. He is better off dead, than with you” Woah. I have no idea where she lives, or why she would say such a thing. We don’t even live in the same state. I wouldn’t say that to anyone ever. Who says that? I have not gotten an opportunity to respond, it’s been six years since that call. It was a complete gut punch.
A man left a message on my voicemail claiming that I had stolen his wife years ago.He threatened my life in the message. I called him back.I tried explaining that I didn’t know him or his wife but he kept calling me a liar and cursing at me.He said he was coming to k**l me.I waited outside all day. Nobody ever showed up.
i wasnt growing up with my father and i used to get bullied in school, which wasnt too bad at first, since i still had a friend to talk about my problems.well so he knew all about my father and stuff. anyways at some point he betrayed me and started bullying me too. i was good in tanking it, so i went to school, pretended everything was okay when i was home, so my mom who was working two underpaid jobs wouldn’t have to worry about my st tooyata yata i know this is boring but it is important for the answer:when i came home after a nice day of getting beaten up and spat on, i saw the answer machine blinking and went to check it, the message was something like this(i deleted it directly after hearing so my mom wouldnt find out, thats why i dont remember the exact wording):“hi chiron, its me name of my father, your father… why did you cry in school today, you little bih, you cried louder than when i raped your mom, you fking puy a** german s**t, tonorrow we are gonna f**k you up again *group laughter*”well since i had only known my dad briefly, i wouldnt recognise his voice and at first i thought he wanted to connect to me, but with the insults, they couldn’t hide their turkish accents and i realized really fast what was happening, but it didnt matter, the turks got their goal, making me cry like a little bi**h again and hating my life even more.well my only solace was, that my mother didnt have to hear those disturbing things being said about her.
I was on a night out with my best friend and felt off all night when usually I’m the first one on the dance floor. My phone was away in my coat for most of the night. I went out for a smoke and checked my phone, noticing I had a lot of missed calls from my aunt. She left a voice message saying she needed to speak urgently and I knew exactly what was wrong. My dad had passed away. I will never forget that night. I broke down completely and my friend had to help me hold it together. 5 months later I got a similar voice message not long after leaving the hospice my mother was in. I had the exact same feeling as the night my dad passed. I still haven’t fully processed what happened.
I got a voice mail from a surgeon at Great Ormond Street Hospital in England (a pediatric hospital).“Hi Ms Turner, this is Dr Husain from Great Ormond Street. Just to let you know your son is out of theatre and in recovery. His brain surgery went well and he should be coming round soon if you want to make your way back to the hospital.”I am not Ms Turner and I don’t have a son, or any children for that matter.This voicemail was left to me over 6 years ago and I still hope that the little boy’s Mum made it to the hospital in time for him waking up.
Truly sad story here:When I married, my spouse came to live in my town. Unbeknownst to either of us, someone living here locally had her exact name. We purchased a house and she wanted a land line for security purposes, so it went in her name. Boom! The world had tracked down the missing JS the moment her name appeared in directories. First we got calls from the police at 2am demanding JS turn herself in. We had to call and explain our JS wasn’t their JS. We got billions of calls from bill collectors demanding payment. We got calls from the hospital saying JS bolted on hundreds of bills. We had to explain to all these people our JS wasn’t this scumbag.Then, one Christmas, came the terrible call. A young child called wanting to talk to her mommie. Why wasn’t mommie coming home? Where was she? Couldn’t they spend Christmas together?Such a dreadful person to have abandoned her children, leaving them to reach out to someone who happened to have her name.
‘Barry - its your Gran. I’ve fallen down and I can’t get up. I need help getting up.’I picked up the message about 30 minutes after it was left, and immediately called the number back and spoke to Barry’s Gran’s daughter (Barry’s mum).Turned out that the Postman’s first stop was Barry’s Gran’s street - and he had noticed that the milk was still sitting on the front doorstep - which was unusual. So he had a glance through the Letter Box, saw Barry’s Gran sitting on the floor, asked if she was alright (she was, just needed help getting up) and was given directions to get in via the key-safe.Obviously postman didn’t help her up - but instead made her a cup of tea before nipping across the street to see if either of the Doctors that lived over the road were in (one was). She came over and checked out Barry’s Gran and determined that there were no broken bones and she and the Postman helped her to her feet and saw her into a comfortable chair.Turned out that Barry’s Gran had dropped the paper on the floor and had bent down to pick it up, and lost her balance. She’s landed on her bottom and simply didn’t have any low tables or anything else to use to help balance herself as she got back onto her feet. She wasn’t calling Barry because she was in any danger. She just needed his arm to help her to get back on her feet.It was still a pretty disturbing message to hear…
It wasn’t left on my voicemail, but it was a recorded message which somebody phoned me up and then played to me. In the mid 1980s, at the height of the Troubles, when I was secretary to the Defence Desk at The Daily Telegraph, I was phoned up and played a tape of a man with a strong Belfast accent, announcing that anthrax spores had been left at The Ministry of Defence.
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One day my mother picked me up at school for some reason I can’t remember. When we got home, there was a message from Grandma on the machine (this was back in the days of a separate tape machine the phone plugged into).”I hate these goddamn machines. Your father’s dead.” click
It was from a woman I was dating occasionally. One of those accidental calls that happen. The background was of her berating her son. The language was awful and her attitude was terrible.I suppose it was useful since I was able to end the dating at that point.
A few months back, I had what I call a “super stalker”.I have no idea how he found me, but one day, he started messaging me on Instagram, Snapchat, and on Hangouts. Yeah, he got my email.He was a middle aged guy looking for some fifteen year old entertainment.This guy kept finding me on all my super private accounts. I suspect he is a hacker of some sort.He kept finding more and more of my accounts. I blocked him, but he just kept coming back.One day, I saw that there was a voice mail left on my phone. Me, being the unsuspecting person that I was, listened to it.This was the message:“Hey Katie! So, I found out your phone number. And that you live in _________ . I will be visiting you soon. I hope you have a lot of food; I’m really hungry.”I started flipping out.First, this guy stalked all my social media accounts. Creepy, but I could handle it. But then he gets my number and finds out where I live? No, that is just too creepy for me.Long story short, the guy never came to my house. He new the state where I lived, but I don’t think he knew my exact address.Hugs & kisses!Katie :)
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Long while back some punk left a message on my answering machine threating my step daughters life. I get up first and I got mad.He had been leaving messages before. This was before caller ID. Later that nite I left an out going message for him. He would hear it when he called again.He never said another word. I felt my daudhter knew who it was. Regardless he threatened her life I returned the favor hard!I was very unhappy. I had contacted police and had a trace put on my line because of a terroist threat. Nothing. She knew him and warned him off. Lucky I didn’t find him, for me. Very mad. Never had another call. Punk.
It was just after 1am and I was with my Mother.The landline phone started ringing. We normally would never answer the phone that time of the morning. But after several rings my Mother said we better answer it, it might be important. When we answered the phone, someone said this is Gordon Barron(my deceased Father who had died a couple of years earlier),when are you going to put a headstone on my grave.
This is a true story . I dated someone briefly before, who traveled to another province to work . When he flew in , unfortunately I had to work nights so I couldnt pick him up at airport . Both he and his mother perished in a fire before I was even off work at 8 . The funeral was on wed . Just before dressing in black and going to the memorial , my phone rings ….. I answered it and it was the deceased person , he was telling me that I owed him pizza and beer that evening for fixing my suv before he left for the month. I was sitting with my mouth hanging on the floor when my son said……Mom …was that Carl ? I said yes , , his funeral is today . …. I still owe him pizza and beer . .. I saved the message for a few weeks . I ended up deleting it because it was the most bizarre message I ever recieved . Still get chills when I think of that . It has been a year now . One day I’ll drink a beer for him. Cheers
Early in sobriety, I attended many meetings. I was, also, involved in a very complicated lawsuit and my life was threatened to bring it to a close. I knew under the stress, I was experiencing, it was not the time to skip meetings. But when I went, my tires were slashed or my car was keyed or I’d be followed and harrassed on the road. So, I decided to leave my usual New Orleans groups and seek others in a different locale. I was desperate to maintain my sobriety and get support from Program people. You can imagine my disbelief and terror when I arrived home to hear a menacing message on my machine to the effect, “I know you were in Alabama at the 1st Step Meeting. You can’t go anywhere, I can’t find and kl you. So give up, Bih. Have a drink. You are gonna die.”
What is the most disturbing message ever left on your voicemail?Ever ever since my youngest son was married, it was a strange relationship with his wife. Pre-marriage, he never brought her over to visit, but I just took it that she was quiet and shy and not good around people she wasn’t related to. Okay - fine.Long story short, after a couple years of marriage, he said he had to choose between a relationship with me or his wife. He told me his decision in a voicemail. He wouldn’t respond to my calls or emails. I mailed a couple packages for birthdays and Christmas, and he’d leave them at my front door, unopened.I kept that voicemail for years, but one day, the power went out and I had old batteries in the answering machine — lost that message forever.It’s been 18 1/2 years now. I send him an email every year on his birthday and get a short “thanks mom” reply. That’s it.
My favorite most wonderful aunt passed away about three years ago. Many of us expected my uncle to close her accounts. But none of us ever unfollowed her. A couple days ago I picked up my phone noticed I had a voice mail. When I checked it the message it said, “I’m on my way over. Expecting a delicious lunch.” When I looked at the number it was my aunts phone number. I have AT&T Protect, I called them to let them know about this person. They are investigating the issue. When I called my brother, he told me I was not the first. This person has been calling other family members. That night her daughter got a call from her.
Wife and I just moved into our new home and telephone service connected with a new phone number. A day later there was a message on our land line from a man with a deep voice who spoke English but he spoke like he was an immigrant. He said, “ You musta calla dis numbra back or you be sorry.”We deleted the email, and he never called back.
Someone left me a VM that he wanted to kl me and that if he ever saw me on the 300 blocks he would kl me.I went to the 300 blocks and took a piss on one of the signs then sent him a picture of it.
I had a stalker. She was beautiful , rich and intelligent- but she would call me 200x a day. I went to the police and they laughed and asked those three questions- Got back to the station after visiting her multimillion dollar home and looked at me with envious contempt and disgust- basically WTF. Is she doing with YOU? - and why are you complaining?! The fact she was barking mad was beside the point. She sat outside my house in her BMW and trxted “ Kl bill” - the movie had just been released. Scary st.
This happened to a college friend. It was in the early years of cell phones and voice mail was not always reliable. One dat she looked unusually pale, so I asked if everything was OK.“It was my birthday yesterday. And I got a voicemail from my ex boyfriend. We stayed friends. He told me he was going out of town for a few weeks and to have a happy bday. We could celebrate when he got back.”
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