"Mama, Please Answer. I'm Using A Construction Worker’s Phone...": 15 Terrifying Voicemails That Stopped People's Hearts And Changed Their Lives Forever#

3. "I am a police officer’s wife. I do not dwell on what COULD happen to him, but I KNOW. One time, my phone rang, but since it was an unknown number, I let it go to voicemail. I began shaking when I listened to it, and frantic fear tears filled my eyes. The voicemail said, 'Wife of police officer XXXX, there has been an accident. Call back immediately.' An ambulance siren sounded in the background of the voicemail. I could barely hold my phone; I was trembling. When I called back, a man answered and identified me and my husband by name, using a serious, commanding tone. I asked what had happened. There was the longest moment of silence I have ever experienced. The siren sound stopped, and the man said, 'Everything is fine, but it might not be in the future. You need more protection….more insurance in case something bad really DOES happen.' This was a sales pitch?! I wanted to scream, rant, cry with relief, and hurt this caller, but I didn’t."#

6. "'This is your last night, bitch.' This was the last of many messages my stalker left that day. I was living a nightmare of being stalked by a man I went out with for a little while and broke up with. He was obsessed with me and didn’t take it well when I ended things. In these few months of being stalked, I already had restraining, no-contact, and no-trespassing orders against him. The police had been to my house many times and knew about the situation. They could not catch him because he had no address or regular job; he would appear and then disappear. He had killed my dog, ruined my car by putting sugar in the gas tank, poured concrete down my drain, slashed the tires of my and my kids' bikes, and many other things. Thankfully, my kids were with their father that evening. A brave friend came home with me. I was afraid this time he’d try to burn the house down, kill my cat, or do something just as bad..."#

"So we got back to my house and, although the house seemed undisturbed inside, when we checked the back porch, there were some men’s clothing: a jacket, shirt, underwear, and pants strewn across the floor. I called the police yet again to make another report, and after that, I locked up the porch and tried to get some rest. But, as I was trying to go to sleep, I remembered I had not turned on the porch light, so trying not to wake up my friend, tiptoed though the house to the back porch light switch to turn the porch light on, but first opened the drapes just enough to see what was there when I turned the light on. This surprised a naked man (my stalker) who looked like he was trying to jimmy the porch lock open!

I called the police yet again, and they searched the entire neighborhood, stopped every car coming in or leaving, knocked on every neighbor’s door, and questioned all that answered, and they still could not find him. So they left and we went back to bed.

However, not much later, my neighbors across the street found they could not go back to sleep after hearing about the stalker. They were sitting outside on their front porch and called 911 when they observed a (still naked) man sneaking around the side of the house to my back porch door, where he again tried to break in. This time, the police called me to warn me about a man attempting to break in, but he disappeared again when the police showed up, and they still could not find him. A bit later, around 4:00 a.m., the police finally caught him after someone reported a naked man getting into a white van on a street a few blocks away.

With that came the end of my stalking nightmare. He went to jail for quite a long time, and I still have a restraining order on him."

—Alison Hartough, Quora

10. "My 13-year-old daughter on a normal school day, around 11 a.m., left me this voicemail while I was at work: 'Mama, please answer. I'm using a construction worker’s phone, and he needs it back soon. I need you to pick me up. I'm a block away from school, and my nose won't stop bleeding. Please, please, please call this number back...'"#

"Six minutes later, another voicemail was left: 'Mama...please. My phone was stolen, and I don't remember your work number. Please don't be mad. These workers are helping my nosebleed...hang on, this guy wants to say something...Hello ma'am. My name is Jim XX with XXX Construction. Don't worry; she's in good hands. I have three daughters around her age. Your daughter needs to see a doctor — they got her pretty good. I don't have the whole story; all I know is that your daughter was attacked and jumped by a few girls at school. Her injuries aren't severe but should be looked at. She left school because the people in the office wouldn't allow her to contact you. Thank you.'

Apparently, my daughter stood up for another girl getting picked on. The bullies turned their anger toward my daughter, and the principal only witnessed my daughter's final blows and two girls fleeing. She didn't even follow up and ask my daughter's story."

—Dawn Fawkes, Quora

11. "It was my alcoholic 71-year-old younger brother. He’d wrestled with alcoholism his whole adult life. Binges. Rehab. Relapses. Rinse and repeat. My wife and I were pretty much the last friends. He called one night and asked if I was there on the voicemail. I didn’t pick up because he was obviously drunk, and I didn’t feel like dealing with his issues. I had previously cleaned his apartment while he was in rehab, and it had been like a crime scene hazmat operation. I told him that was a once-in-a-lifetime deal, but I didn’t want him to lose the place and wind up on the street again. Then, in the middle of the night, I got a call from the hospital. It had rained, and he slipped and fell, hitting his head on the curb. He laid there for hours before some passer-by called the cops. By then the swelling had basically strangled his brain. Would picking up the phone have saved his life? Maybe, maybe not. I’ll never know, and no one else will either."#

13. "My mother-in-law was in assisted living, and her mind was deteriorating. This poor woman thought she was living at her college dorm and couldn’t understand why her parents and brothers no longer visited her. Every time she was told that her parents were deceased, she would grieve their loss all over again, then forget about their deaths the next time she thought she was abandoned at the dorm. After several escape attempts, she was transferred to a nursing home. Shortly after, COVID hit, and the nursing homes went on lockdown. There she sat, staring off into oblivion with no awareness of the family that so loved her. Just days before her death, she had a period of lucidity and left a message on my husband’s voicemail saying, 'Don’t worry about me; I’m not lonely anymore. I’m with Dad. We’re back together again.' That was the last message we ever heard from her, and she died shortly after."#