I was abroad on a work trip. On the 3rd day, I got a text from my wife asking me to return now because our son had an accident. When I arrived, my wife said, “I didn’t send you a text!” I showed her my phone. Her color shifted. She said, “I didn’t text you! I decided our son is fine.”
But the text was there, sent from her number. She turned to me, her voice trembling. “I didn’t send that. I was planning to surprise you on your trip because I found out I was pregnant the day you left. But then I changed my mind—I started feeling nauseous.”
A wave of joy washed over me at the thought of becoming a dad again, but it was quickly replaced by an unsettling feeling. Neither of us could explain the message. Then we both turned pale. There was another text that said: “Be careful. Your boy isn’t well.”
We tried to figure out who could have sent the texts, but eventually gave up, assuming my phone had been hacked. Those were the only two strange messages we ever received, and we decided to move on.
Months later, my wife had a sudden miscarriage… The baby we lost was a boy. It’s been ten years, and I still get chills whenever I think about it.