Not creepy after all

Last night we were hanging out over at Max's, when my cell started beeping.  It was a text message... of nothing.

Received:>

Hmmm. I don't recognize the number.

Sent:>???
Received:> me
Received:>

'Me' and then another message of nothing.  How odd.  I try calling the number, but it just sends me to a nameless voicemail.  I leave a message asking them to call me, because I have no idea who they are.

Received:> Need me.

Umm... okay.  Getting a little creepy now.  Who the heck is this?

Received:> Tell me something nice.

Really creepy.  Is this someone I should know, or is someone stalking me via text messages?  Is this the next generation of anonymous heavy breathing on phone?  In any case, now I'm irritated.  Fine, they want something nice?  I'll tell 'em something nice!  Mwahahaha!

Sent:> Sunshine lollipops

So I'm not good at being creepy on purpose, sue me.  I'm better at doing it by accident during everyday conversations and realizing it to my mortification several hours later.

Received:>
Received:> what?

Ha! I've boggled their creepy minds!  No more messages for the rest of the night.

Early this morning I was woken up by another text message:

Received:> I'm sorry about last night's texts.  They weren't from me.  I think my daughter got in my phone. I went to sleep at 9:00pm.  I noticed a new number in here this morning.  I'm not sure I even know who you are... doesn't matter. I will hide my phone from now on!  -Kathy

Ah ha, so it wasn't some scary psychopath after all!  It was a little girl.  Suddenly I'm very glad that I'm not good at being creepy.  I'd rather not be responsible for emotionally scarring young children.