Been reading too much creepypasta lately. And read through the entire
Uzumaki series in two days. That puts you in a different mode of seeing stuff.
Last night it was 1 am, the rest of the house was fast asleep. I decide that I'm too tired to either shoot straight or curve a decent kerbal orbit, and get ready for bed. As I walk to the bathroom, suddenly the house telephone (yes we still have a landline) rings. Who The Fuck rings a family in the middle of the night? Ready to either receive bad news (we just had a storm that day and some people have died because of falling trees) or to tell a drunk friend off that it's fucking Monday night and no I'm not coming out to play, I pick up the phone. Caller ID says "Siquo mobile". As I have quite a few family members with the same first name I'm first confused, it might be my dad. Then I look at the number calling.
It's my number.
I accept the call, and slowly I raise the phone to my ear, while reaching for and trying to find my mobile phone with my other hand.
"Hello?", I say, tentatively.
On the other side of the line I hear rustling, breathing? Whispering voices...
My other hand has found my mobile phone. It was in my pocket. It's calling the house phone. Goddamnit.
TL;DR: WHO WAS PHONE? Got trolled by my own pocket calling me. And I should go to bed earlier and stop reading creepypastas.