My Real Life Horror Story, A Guest Post and A Giveaway from Rob Blackwell
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Me and Rob, we seem to have started a tradition of scary guest posts close to Halloween. Last year we talked about the nature of fear and mythology in Rob's book.
This year he is sharing a creepy story from his past...
The most chilling
tales are the true ones.
Most of the time
when I write scary stories, I’m using my imagination. But one night
several years ago, I was living one.
My family and I
were spending the night at a remote cabin deep in the North Woods of
Michigan. The house is miles away from civilization, off a long dirt
road that few others visit. I’ve always felt safe there, but every
so often I’ve had the same nightmare: someone lurking outside the
house in the dark, watching me.
On this particular
evening, though, I wasn’t thinking about that. My parents had gone
out for the evening to a neighbor’s house a few miles down the
road. My infant son was in bed and, thankfully, already asleep. My
wife and I had just gone to bed as well.
I got up, a little
groggy but not quite asleep, and answered the phone. I wasn’t
prepared for what I heard next.
“I’m going to
kill you,” the man said.
The weird thing
about that moment was how unreal it felt even while it was happening
to me. My first response, instead of fear, was sheer confusion. You
want to kill me? Why? I’m really very nice.
When I didn’t
respond immediately, the man grew louder—and angrier.
“I’m going to
f*cking kill you!” he said again.
I stood there in
stunned silence and started watching the woods. The thing about the
North Woods is that it is pitch black out there. Looking out the
window was like staring at a black wall. I couldn’t see a damn
thing. I was acutely aware that there really could be someone out
there and I wouldn’t know.
“Who is this?”
I finally asked.
“Did you hear
what I said? I’m going to kill you!”
“Oh, I heard
you,” I replied. I have a knack for sarcasm in virtually every
situation, even ones in which my life is being threatened.
I ran through
possibilities in my mind. First, it could be a kid playing a prank.
In college, I had a friend who called up local businesses and
complained about the customer service. Granted, that was a long way
from calling someone to threaten them, but it was certainly possible.
The next question
was the more worrying: did he know where I was? I stared out into the
darkness again and flipped on a few lights.
My family was in a
dispute with one of the neighbors. Could it be him? Could the caller
be mistaking me for my uncle?
But then the
situation just kept getting weirder.
“What are you
doing in my house?” the man demanded.
That comment threw
me off balance. Again, the sense of unreality crept in. Am I really
having this conversation, I thought.
“I’m not in
your house,” I replied.
“You are in my
f*cking house!”
“Where do you
live?” I asked.
But he wasn’t
coherent enough to respond. Instead he launched into a tirade about
his wife.
“What are you
doing with my wife?” he asked.
As disturbing as
this was, some part of me felt relief. At least now I realized it was
probably just a wrong number. There was no killer lurking in the
forest, waiting to strike.
I tried to assure
him I didn’t know his wife, but he didn’t believe me.
“I’m going to
kill you, do you know that?” he said. “I’m going to come over
there and cut your f*cking throat. You hear me?”
At that point, I
hung up. I admit I was shaking. I tried to reassure myself that he
had just dialed the wrong number, but the man sounded crazy. Would it
matter if it was a case of mistaken identity if he just showed up
here?
I did the only
thing I could think of, and dialed *69—a phone trick that lets you
trace an incoming call. I wrote down the number and called the
non-emergency police number.
I told the deputy
the story. By the time I got off the phone, I started to relax.
That’s when I
saw the lights in the driveway.
Just moments after a man had
repeatedly threatened my life, someone was driving down the road
toward the house.
I looked through
the drawer and found the biggest knife I could.
Since I was a kid,
I have always written scary stories. I honestly can’t tell you
why—it’s just how my brain works. Give me a weird situation and I
will spin it into a horror novel within a few seconds. I don’t even
want to—I just do.
If this were a
story, I knew how it would end. The man in the car would be my
caller—confused, angry and out for blood. By the time police
arrived, all they would find were bodies and a note.
“I told you I
would kill you,” the note would say. It would be scrawled in blood.
I stood there
holding the knife, watching the story in my head.
Fortunately for
me, sometimes real life takes a decidedly less dramatic turn. The car
coming down the drive turned out to be my parents, back from their
dinner date.
Meanwhile, the
police tracked my caller down and eventually convinced him he had
called the wrong number—and instructed him he probably shouldn’t
threaten people’s lives.
Strangely, the guy
later called me back—and apologized—something I certainly didn’t
expect.
“I just assumed
you were with my wife,” he said. “I’m sure you understand.”
“You probably
should have checked first,” I replied.
“I’m sure
you understand,” he said, growing angry again.
“Oh, yes,” I
said. “Easy mistake. Happens all the time.”
In the end, it was
nothing but a wrong number. Yet I’ve never forgotten how it felt to
hear someone threatening me as I stood in a remote cabin with my
family sleeping nearby and no one to help. It was a reminder of just
how suddenly life can change on you. One minute it’s normal, the
next it becomes a horror story.
Because I’m a
writer, I also can’t help wondering what happened next. I worry
about the man’s wife, a point I made to the police when I spoke to
them.
It’s hard to be
a good judge of character over the phone, using only tone of voice.
But when that man said he was going to kill me—I believed him. He
sounded like a ticking time bomb. I worry when he will go off and who
will be there when he does.
Rob Blackwell is the author of A
Soul to Steal and its sequel, Band
of Demons.
He is a journalist who currently serves as Washington Bureau Chief for American Banker newspaper.
A native of Great Falls, Va., he has previously worked as a reporter for the Loudoun Times-Mirror, Eastern Loudoun Times and a columnist for the South County Chronicle.
He lives in Virginia with his wife and two children.
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He is a journalist who currently serves as Washington Bureau Chief for American Banker newspaper.
A native of Great Falls, Va., he has previously worked as a reporter for the Loudoun Times-Mirror, Eastern Loudoun Times and a columnist for the South County Chronicle.
He lives in Virginia with his wife and two children.
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Good scary post, sets the mood this night
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh.... That is some freaky shiz right there, Rob! I love how you handled his insistence that you "understood" he made a mistake. "Oh, yes, of course. So normal for my life to get threatened over the phone." He was just a ticking time bomb. His wife was right to not be around, lol.
ReplyDeleteThanks Blodeuedd!
ReplyDeleteCathy, it was just so unreal. I tend to respond to most things with humor and sarcasm so by the second time he said, "I'm SURE you understand," I was like: "Sure. Sure, I do." He's apparently not a guy you want to anger.
I think out of all the different creatures in the (paranormal/horror) world, people are the scariest. Nice guest post! :)
ReplyDeleteActually excited for Book 2.
ReplyDeleteSo hope to win. Thanks Rob for the story and have to say real worried about the man. He's definitely a ticking time-bomb.
Petra, you hit the nail on the head. In my books, it's people -- not ghosts and the supernatural -- that are what you need to worry about.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Cassandra. I think about that guy every so often and wonder what happened next.