This is a message for Mrs. Trumpton

When the phone rang and I wasn't in, N felt compelled to answer it.

"Is this Mrs Trumpton?" the person on the other end of the line asked. N noted they were female and with an accent.

N "No."

Woman "Are you the owner of the number?"

N (lying) "No."

N hangs up.

So N tells me the story and I suspect that the prank this time may of been made by J. A typical J-like joke, however N was alarmed if it was because the voice was so high pitched. So anyway a few days later N and K were settled down with tea and their film for the night (The Reader) and the phone rings again.

N gets up to answer and I see a look of alarm pass across her face. I ask whats wrong and N is speechless. I begin to get scared. N passes me the phone and I hear "This is a message for Mrs Trumpton. I know you are there. I can see you. I can hear you. See you very soon. From Tony." Terrified by this attack on Mrs Trumpton, some tears were shed by K. N began to look out of the window wondering how they knew she was in here, thinking she was actually Mrs Trumpton herself.

K begins to suspect something is afoot and texts J to see if he knows anything about the mysterious text message to the phone. N checks the number of the text message and it was in fact Js number. We calmed down.

We have declared War on J.

Another mysterious encounter happened last night. We were in Ns room waiting for our pizza to arrive, most likely chatting about the Mrs Trumpton encounter again when we hear a loud banging on the door. We initially ingnore it because no one ever knocks on our door. The banging gets louder so we get up to investigate. N tries to look through the peep hole but can not see anything. We begin to get scared again thinking it was Tony (although a fictional character) and he had put his finger over the peep hole so we could not see. N rings L to see if it is him playing a trick. L says no. We mess about in the hall for a while deliberating over whether to answer it until I, being the braver of the two, open the door (with the chain on) but the door does not open far enough to confirm there was no one there.

We decide to leave it and around 5 minutes later and buzzer goes for the pizza. N is unavailable to go downstairs so I have to risk the dark stairs alone. And I was scared.