My chilling encounter happened a year ago now and it still haunts me to this day; I won’t forget it. I sometimes have nightmares still though these seem to be getting less frequent.
I am 26 and for most of my life I’ve had heart problems. It got so bad that I was referred to surgery. They needed to fix my problem that was ruining my life. I thought I had to have a heart transplant. My father who died four years previously also suffered from heart issues and died from a severe heart attack. This only increased my anxiety more, as I genuinely thought I was going to die.
On the evening before my surgery, my mother, two girlfriends and myself checked into a hotel closer to the hospital so I could arrive there quickly in the afternoon of the following day. My mother and friends were getting ready for bed, fluffing up the pillows and washing etc., when the hotel room phone rang. I answered as I was nearest it and I answered ‘Hello?’ There was a long silence and out of the blue a muffled, familiar sounding male voice replied with ‘Katy, don’t go to the hospital tomorrow, don’t get surgery. You’re too young to die.’
With that, the phone cut off and I dropped it in horror. Not only had I not told anyone that I would be in that hotel that night, but who was it? How did they know my name?
I shakily explained to my mother and friends what had happened as they had been in the bathroom at the time. My mother tilted her head and stared at me. It was almost like she knew who it was. My girlfriends just giggled and said it was just a prank call.
I looked at mother and asked ‘Do you think dad called me?’
Her eyes widened but I could see her understanding.
We decided to all go to bed and shake it off but I just couldn’t. I hardly got any sleep that night. The following morning my friends began helping by packing some hospital stuff for me and I suddenly stopped them. I told them and my mother that I didn’t want to go into surgery.
It was lucky that I didn’t because the following evening I got a phone call from my close friend Shane telling me someone had died on the day of my surgery. Worse still, they were getting heart surgery like I would have got.
So was it really my father on the other end of the line warning me? Whatever it was, it still haunts me to this day. Thanks for saving me dad.
Sent in by Jade, Copyright 2012 TrueGhostTales.com