In April 1995, I was 5 months pregnant with my only child. My mother had died suddenly one year prior to me getting pregnant. I was alone and fearful, all I wanted was to be a mom. I was 31 years old and the only supportive person in my life was my older sister.
I had just moved into a rented room in a woman's home and had just had my phone installed (no cell phones for poverty stricken me at that time) and my phone rang. There was no one speaking on the line and I felt a strange sense of dread. It was as if someone was seriously trying to get my attention. It lasted for a few moments before I decided to hang up. I tried to trace the call but it was untraceable. Shortly after, my son's father bought me a one way plane ticket where I settled in with my sister and prepared for my son's birth.
I stayed in the same town as my sister until my son turned 3. I never gave it much thought, but looking back I noticed I would get those strange mystery calls occasionally in my apt. And when I would visit my sister she would get random phone calls where nothing was said and they were unable to be traced. I then moved 3 hours away to take a job and did not have a telephone line of my own for about a year or so. I was not able to keep a job for long and was forced to live in a nicer homeless shelter for families while waiting for a section 8 apartment to open up so once again I did not have a private phone line. My son was almost 4 while we were at the shelter.
We had our own room in a building that is in a very old neighborhood. My son began complaining to me that he was woke up at night by a "hand on his back but when I look nobody." I tried to reassure him that it was me since we shared a double bed. He said, "no the hand presses on my back and talks to me. When I look at you mommy you are asleep". We finally were allowed to move into our apartmet by the time he turned four. I had a phone installed and started a very stressful job. I would come home literally to cry before picking my son up from preschool. My new phone would start ringing off the hook the moment I stepped foot in the door. The same strange untraceable calls. They ceased whenever my son was home. I began to panic, the calls became so eerie as if someone were observing me walking in the door. I begged the phone company for help and finally received a caller id that prevented blocked calls from getting thru. The calls ceased to a halt.
In early Sept. 2001; just after my father died far away in another state, I took my son with me to visit a friend. We arrived home shortly after 9 p.m., and there was a number on my caller id showing a call coming in at 8 p.m., but no message. I called the number the following morning and it was the phone company. They were puzzled how I got the number and stated nobody from that number would have called me, and that there wasn't anyone there at that hour. I did not think anything of it, and forgot it. Sept. 10th, 2001 I visited my same friend again in the evening and returned home again after 9 p.m. And was very unnerved to see that same phone number and time called with no message on my answering machine! Of course, we all know what was to come that sad Monday morning after. I never received another phone call like that again and I have no idea how or why it was. Looking back on it all I can't help but think it was my mother trying to reach out to me but I have no other hints or clues. I was so alone and depressed during all that time, eventually I escaped poverty and my son and I have a much better life together. All I can assume is that somehow she wanted to get my attention but it was really creepy.