Re: Who's rattling your cage/tent?
Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 11:16 am
Well, I thought I'd share an account of a slightly spooky thing that happened to me on Monday, while I was at work..
A nice local councillor is standing down, for personal reasons. It was my duty as a journalist to phone him up for the story. Only two families of that name live in the town, and I wasn't sure which was which. Anyway, the first number was the "wrong" family: leaving me with only one more number to try. I phoned. There was a long silence, then a curious "thud", - and a voice on the other end said "Hello?" I didn't recognise the voice, and so I said, "I wish to speak with Councillor Roger X, if possible." The voice said, this is "Daniel X, you have the wrong number." Remember, the surname was an uncommon one in the town and I was slightly annoyed, because I was certain that I had dialled the "right" family. Well, I phoned the council for the correct number - and it was the number I had dialled! I was slightly annoyed now and phoned back. This time, Mrs X answered almost at once, and I got to speak to Councillor X. At the end of the phone interview, still a little mystified, I asked: "By the way, who is Daniel X? - when I first phoned, he answered the phone."
Cllr X replied - "There's no one called Daniel living here. Daniel X was my brother, :o but he died two months ago...! (!)
A nice local councillor is standing down, for personal reasons. It was my duty as a journalist to phone him up for the story. Only two families of that name live in the town, and I wasn't sure which was which. Anyway, the first number was the "wrong" family: leaving me with only one more number to try. I phoned. There was a long silence, then a curious "thud", - and a voice on the other end said "Hello?" I didn't recognise the voice, and so I said, "I wish to speak with Councillor Roger X, if possible." The voice said, this is "Daniel X, you have the wrong number." Remember, the surname was an uncommon one in the town and I was slightly annoyed, because I was certain that I had dialled the "right" family. Well, I phoned the council for the correct number - and it was the number I had dialled! I was slightly annoyed now and phoned back. This time, Mrs X answered almost at once, and I got to speak to Councillor X. At the end of the phone interview, still a little mystified, I asked: "By the way, who is Daniel X? - when I first phoned, he answered the phone."
Cllr X replied - "There's no one called Daniel living here. Daniel X was my brother, :o but he died two months ago...! (!)
