Terror on the phone
Terror on the phone
Claudia Cunningham is someone who has very generously shared with me several accounts of strange and supernatural experiences that directly involved her. Claudia tells us: "At the end of the 70s I was married and my husband was a police officer who worked at night." Being alone and bored, I was very interested in reading the paranormal through my small massive library, and then I was reading Telephone calls from the dead by Scott Rogo [and Raymond Bayless]. The essential thing was that when someone died, they could call you and the book gave many examples of what was happening. A famous person with whom he passed was the the actress Ida Lupino. Her father, the London stage actor Stanley, allegedly called her from beyond the grave. It was a scary reading, believe me.
"One night I was in bed reading the book and I turned on the AM radio on my bedside table, and the program was the WGY talk show and they were interviewing the UFO kidnapper Betty Hill." She said she had a lot of telephone interference After seeing the UFO with her husband Barney ... static, that kind of thing, I was very nervous that night when I heard it and imagined that my phone would ring in. Imagine my surprise when it sounded, it must have been around 9:00 p.m. night ... and everything I could hear it was static! As I said, I was very interested in reading something about UFOs, the Bermuda Triangle, etc., and I think my fear triggered the call. I mean, I think that fear attracts these entities and they had, as John Lennon would say, "a larf" in theirs really.
"Second incident ... I was a girl who liked to go out on weekends like anyone would in her first 20 years, I was dating Denny Cunningham, with whom I would later marry." Denny worked in the Postal Service before I went to the Albany Police Department, New York, and he worked nights, I drove from my parents' house in Glenmont to Albany and I met him, usually to chat and watch Johnny Carson's Tonight Show together in the house From their parents, on Fridays and Saturdays, my parents went out to look for another couple to have dinner and a drink and they did not come back until two or three in the morning Now, when you leave Albany on the way to my house, you go through what It used to be a very rural road (now it's all built, but at the end of the 60's it was very desolate) You had to go through a huge Catholic cemetery and when you entered my driveway there was a field with tall brush. what a Someone could wait for me and do something horrible. I have always had a very vivid imagination!
"I had an incident in which a man followed me home one night and took a pen out of his pocket after I entered the driveway. I was trying to get myself out of the road ... it was scary. This happened after the incident that I will now tell you. But going back to the subject in question, between the fear of breaking in front of the cemetery and the field next to the house, I was always very nervous. I ran towards the house, fearing the fact that it would be dark and I would be alone. No one was home except "we, the chickens," as my grandmother used to say. Immediately I lit a light on the mantelpiece and retreated to my room, my heart beating loudly, to await the return of my parents. As soon as I got to my room, my new pink rotary phone with a PRIVATE INDEPENDENT number that I had just received (free Actually, compliments from my employer, NY Telephone Co.) Sounded! Denny never called me so late. He never called to see if he got home or something. Three people had the number: Dennis, his sister and my friend, Ann. I had just received the phone. Nobody had my number, okay?
"A man with a guttural. and the threatening voice said very emphatically, 'claudia? I see you just got home. Do you know KNOW what I'm going to do with you? I'm coming now "... and hung up !!!!!!! I thought I would absolutely die on the spot, just think, now ... a new phone with a new number ... nobody had it. I would not have my phone number to call me, so it was not a neighbor, I heard a car coming through the driveway when I was planning to run through the cellar door through the basement to escape ... and they were My parents, thanks to the good man I never knew who I was, I do not want to know, I was involved in my studies of UFOs, etc., and to begin with I was always very nervous and upset at that moment, as many young girls know, and especially in that It was very important to get married, Denny was a bit annoyed, and I was miserable, and I hated my job ... so I was nervous and emotional all the time ... Once again, my private fears and my interest in strange subjects should to step aside to scare me. I have succeeded beyond their wildest dreams.
Third incident: Denny's sister, Dorothy Jeffers, was taking care of a neighbor who had cancer, an elderly lady. Her family was a bit shattered and the children really never had much interest in her, so Dottie stopped and brought her purchases, called her to see how she was, etc. The lady died ... I think her name was Margaret or Minnie. One night, about two weeks after she died, Dottie had just finished washing the evening dishes after dinner when the phone rang. There was a lot of crackling in the line and static, then a weak, tiny voice, unmistakably that of the old woman, said: "Dottie, thanks for taking care of me" ... and the line was cut off. She said that it was absolute, positively the voice of the lady. I? I think it could have been a demonic entity posing as the neighbor. In any case, it happened, it was real ... so we will attribute it to a great mystery ".
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