I Called My Late Wife’s Number, and Someone Answered – The Shocking Truth Unfolds
After my wife Kate passed away, I found comfort in calling her phone to hear her voicemail. Once, during one of these calls, I thought I heard her voice say, “What are you doing?” before the call abruptly cut off. It startled me, and curiosity took over.
On a Sunday, I sat in our favorite café, Paprika, surrounded by laughter, the smell of coffee, and the hum of life. But I felt completely alone. Kate and I spent years visiting that café every weekend, and now, without her, everything felt cold. In a desperate attempt to feel close to her, I dialed her number again. Her cheerful voicemail greeted me: “Hi, you’ve reached Kate…” It was comforting but painful all the same.
Since her sudden and tragic death in a car accident, I had made this call many times. I longed for her presence. Her funeral had been a blur, and the realization of her loss was overwhelming. My only family now consisted of Kate’s twin sister, Amanda, and her husband, Kyle. Amanda was ill, and though her future was uncertain, she promised, “We’ll get through this together, Peter.”
As I sat in the café, lost in memories, a familiar face approached—Carmen, a relative of Kate’s whom I barely knew. She hadn’t heard about Kate’s passing and was visibly shocked when I told her. She mentioned that she had tried reaching Kate through an old phone number from their country home, only to hear Kate’s voice on the answering machine.
Curious, I called the number Carmen gave me. After hearing Kate’s voice on the machine, I called again. This time, someone answered—someone with a voice that I knew all too well.
“What are you doing?” the voice said, followed by a sharp “No!” before the call cut off. Was that really Kate? My grief had been playing tricks on me, hadn’t it?
Confused and shaken, I called Amanda and shared what had happened. She tried to calm me, suggesting that my grief was distorting my reality, but I wasn’t convinced. She eventually gave me the address of the country home where the answering machine was.
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