"You out of rehearsal yet?" he asked.
"I'm in the parking lot."
"I'm about half a mile away," he said. "Wait up, okay?"
I waited, and about five minutes later, I saw the headlights of his car approaching. He called me up, "You can pull out in front of me...but Ted, I just received a weird message."
"What kind of weird message?"
"It's better if you listen to it."
We drove down to a nearby convenience store, because Corb had to get gas. He walked over to my car and handed me his cell phone, which was on message mode. The voice on the other end was gravelly and sounded slightly drunk. The voice was dark and nasty, like someone out of the Sopranos.
"Hello Mr. (Corb's last name)...you little shit, you think you can fuck around with me? I can track you down anywhere. Didn't know that I useta work for an insurance investigator, did you? You little pussy. Well, all I gotta say is, you better watch your back. Because when you least expect it...you just better watch yourself."
I looked up at Corb. "What's that all about?"
Corb shook his head. "I have no idea."
When we arrived home, we did a check on the phone number, and figured out that it originated from one of a cell phone card. There was no way to figure out who had sent the call.
Corb was getting really creeped out, and decided to call his cell phone provider. They advised him to cancel the number, and get a new one.
Needless to say, it was a restless night. We locked all the doors and shut the windows. Every little noise made me sit up, wondering. Even the sound of the cat playing with an object in the kitchen sounded at first as though the door was being pushed against. I would move to the front door and peek through the keyhole every now and then. The shadows
I ended up asleep at two, and woke up around eight. In the morning light, it didn't seem as scary any more. Still, was the call just a prank, or is there more to it?