My Mom Said She Never Called Me

Last year, I was living alone in a small apartment.

One night, just before midnight, I got a call from my mom.

She was talking really quietly. The first thing she asked was whether I'd locked my front door.

I said yes and asked what was going on.

Then she told me to check my bedroom window and make sure it was shut. She kept saying not to open the door for anyone that night.

I was starting to freak out, so I asked if something had happened.

She wouldn't tell me. She just kept asking if everything was locked.

Right before hanging up, she said, "And don't forget to pull that suitcase out from under your bed."

That caught me off guard.

I did have an old suitcase under there, but I'd never told her about it.

A minute later, I called her back.

This time she sounded completely normal. And pretty annoyed that I'd woken her up.

She said she'd been asleep for hours and hadn't called me at all.

I told her to check her call history.

Nothing.

But on my phone, there was a six-minute call from her number.

I got so scared I left the apartment in my pajamas and walked to a convenience store down the street. I stayed there until morning.

The next day, I brought a friend back with me.

We checked the whole apartment. There was nobody there, and nothing looked out of place.

My friend was joking that I'd been watching too many scary movies.

Then she pulled the old suitcase out from under my bed.

It was empty, except for a folded piece of paper.

There was one sentence written on it.

"Why didn't you open it last night?"

I still think about that call sometimes.

And the weirdest part isn't even the note.

The person on the phone never actually told me to open the suitcase.

She only told me to pull it out.