Few years ago before everybody had a small mobile phone.
I got home late one night to find my housemate in a bit of a state.
Said there was a weird message on the answering machine.
So I have a listen and sure enough.
There is a kind of muffled howl, followed by ghostly gasps, something that sounds like demon calling from down a long tunnel.
'you fucking bitch in hell'
and more muted talking that comes and goes in waves.
Then a few minutes of a nothing but a rhythmic raaasp, click, raaasp, click sound.
After a couple of listens I realised what it was but thought it would be fun not to enlighten my jittery housemate.
Who kept the recording for weeks and would insist on any visitors having to listen to it.
Until one night when we had a few people round, and one of our friends, listened, yelped and said OMG sorry that was me.
Stumbling home from the pub, she had tripped, barked her shins, ripped her tights and swore.
Got up and carried on home, chatting to a mate and not realising that her mobile in her bag got bumped and managed to call our number.
Housemate called me a few names when I admitted I'd guessed that it was a phone in someones bag.

it was eerie though ;)
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Thu 30 Jul 2009, 18:33, Reply)