I woke up at 3 a.m. to 12 missed calls from my mom and a text saying, “I got robbed! Come fast!” I rushed to her house.

When I arrived, Mom said, “I didn’t send you a text!” I showed her my phone. Her color suddenly drained and she went inside. When she came back, she was holding her phone. She showed me an unsent text to my number. She said, “I wrote this, but I never sent it. I changed my mind at the last second.” The message read: “Honey, be careful! I just saw on the news that your town is in danger. There have been several robberies near your house.”
I froze. If she hadn’t sent the text… then who had? And the missed calls—if they weren’t from her, who had been calling me? I made sure she was safe, stayed for about an hour, then drove home.
When I arrived, my front door was open. A sinking feeling settled in my gut. Inside, my house had been ransacked—several of my things were gone. Somebody had broken in.
To this day, I still get chills thinking about it. Was it just a bizarre coincidence? Or had someone gained access to my mom’s phone to lure me away? I was so shaken that I sold the house and moved out a few weeks later.