When you chose to believe a situation after something as big as finding out someone died after a freak accident after being in the hospital and you were apparently the last one to speak to them, you really take a moment to question life and how it is laid out. And THEN days later you find out they are really alive and their identity had been stolen… The question becomes What the F*#K!, Who does that??
**All names, numbers, and faces have been erased or changed to protect the identities.
Here is where it all started. I have a room listed for rent, I received mid-week a text from someone who was interested. It seemed we had good “text chemistry,” if you believe in that… We arranged for a meeting on a Friday. It just also happened that Friday that I decided to buy a new car and was running a bit late. I sent out a text that said I would be there shortly. I didn’t hear back from him, which was odd cause he had been quick to respond before. After a bit I got a text saying he had crashed his car but all jumbled.
Of course I was concerned, but I figured I would hear from him when he felt better. When I got home I just shot off a text saying, hey we are here when you are ready. About 30 minutes later I got a phone call from him. He was in the hospital, doped up on morphine, and apologizing for sounding out of it. I couldn’t believe he had called but he felt bad he had missed our appointment. We had a great conversation for 30 minutes, about life, the house that I have, and his injuries. One of those injuries included his heart beating irregular and they had to shock it back, but his words were, “not like my heart stopped, like I was dead.” He kept talking to his mom in the background, and he said as soon as he felt better he would bring over money to rent the room, and then we hung up because he had to go into surgery.
I was feeling pretty good about the conversation, and no joke approximately 40 minutes later I got this text from his number:
Of course I broke down. This was the first “WTF” moment. I sent a text back saying I was sorry for their loss. I didn’t really think anything else about it because he did say they had to shock his heart a couple times back to a normal beat. Then came this text:
This was followed by a text asking if his “brother” could call me because I was the last person to talk to him. Of Course I didn’t mind obliging, if it was me I would want someone to call too. Plus, I had lost my mother, step father, and sister in a car accident when I was younger. I definitely felt empathetic. The “brother” called and we talked, he kept telling me he didn’t understand why his brother felt the need to call me when he was in the hospital. He explained he and his brother hadn’t talked a lot for a few months, and told me about their brother on a mission and how were they going to break the news to him. He told me stories of them growing up and his brother in the military. He said the same thing his brother did about how easy I was to talk to. He thanked me for being kind to his brother and that his brother must have felt some level of trust with me to felt the need to call and want to move in so urgently, because his brother didn’t trust anyone.
(are you still with me??)
I let him know I would like to go to the funeral, and then he said they were meeting for family prayer and had to go. That conversation lasted an hour. Tears and all.
I went about my weekend, a little baffled that all of this had just happened. I DO believe things happen for a reason even if we don’t know why, this situation included. Although I kept thinking, neither of us knew that he was going to die… that it was a “last conversation.” I posted to my Facebook about the experience and went to a family party where people were asking questions and kept saying how bizarre the whole situation was. Monday came around and I decided to search for him and his family on Facebook, since I am pretty savvy at social media and procuring things I figured I would try. I did find his page and I found this odd post that was posted on that friday (which keep in mind his “mom” texted me at 8:44pm)
Weird right? It was even weirder when it was deleted. I searched up and down the Wasatch Front at funeral home obituaries searching for this roommate. Nothing. Come Wednesday I finally hopped back on Facebook and looked at his account again and there was a post about how he was in an accident and he was fine… WTF moment number 2!!! (that post eventually was deleted as well) I am pretty sure my jaw dropped. I am pretty casual and walked into the accounting office at work and told one of the ladies who knew about the story, “well good news, the roommate isn’t dead.” Everyone said WHAT!? I picked up my phone and sent a text to the original number, “Hey “undead roommate,”(that is what he will be known as now) this is Jessica.” I didn’t give more information cause I wanted to make sure it was him. He responded, I am so glad you texted me because I lost everything. And then this text:
I was happy that he was undead. But gosh darn it, I wanted to know more! How? And did you remember talking to me at the hospital? And was it really you that talked to me at the hospital? And why didn’t your mom defend you when I messaged her on Facebook and tell me that you were ok? I didn’t hear back for a couple days. Friday ( now a week after the “death”) I received a couple texts and phone calls from the number the “brother” called me on. I (knowing who it was) said “who is this?” and his response was “the undead roommate that wants to rent your room.lol” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Saturday we finally had a conversation about how the phones were stolen and all the damage that was done. We really did talk in the hospital and after we did was when the phones were taken. He really did get in a bad car accident. AND his heart really needed to be started again. Everyone in his phone was texted and told he was dead, his cousin was absolutely devastated, his bank accounts were hacked, and that is just the nutshell of what I know.
We don’t think about what is in our phones. The passwords, the auto log-ins, the open pages, and apps. This is definitely a lesson of the massive damage that can be done at the hands of a crazy person. I am certainly glad that he is now the undead roommate. I was just involved because I happened to be in the text list of recently texted people. I don’t consider myself naïve at all in this situation or even gullible.Thinking about it, how easy would it be for someone to have a conversation with a stranger based on your text messages???
Now you’re wondering if he has moved in?? He hasn’t decided yet, I am sure he is still getting his life back in order.