Hey, Someone Stole My Woods!
I lifted my head off the pillow when I heard a phone ringing. It was mine. I glanced at the clock. It was 6:35 a.m. I waited a beat, trying to focus, looked over at a dead-to-the-world Clay, and finally grabbed it.
“Hello,” I whispered sleepily, while yawning.
“Someone just stole my woods!” shouted a woman on the other end of the line. “You have got to help me, now!”
I sat up and shook my head to gather my thoughts. What did she just say to me? Had I heard correctly?
“Excuse me? I think you’ve got the wrong phone number,” I said, fuzzily.
“You are Samantha Jamison aren’t you?”
I sat there still in my sleep-induced stupor.
Was I? Well of course I was! “…Yes, that’s me.”
“Well, I was told you were real good at figuring out unusual mysteries, so you have got to help me. Someone has stolen my woods!”
I held the phone away from myself and stared at it, then put it back to my ear. “Is this some kind of prank call?”
“Does this sound like one?” cried the hysterical woman on the other end of the line.
I couldn’t believe I was still having this conversation with someone at… I looked over at the clock …6:40 a. m. “You do sound a little off the charts, ” I said doubtfully not wanting to be rude.
“Well, I’m Sarah Smith. We’re descendants of the original Smiths that arrived on the Mayflower!”
I shook my head in disbelief. I doubted that. “Okay, the Ms. Sarah Smith. How about I call you back in about an hour or two and you can explain further, okay?” I was about to hang up the phone on this lunatic when…
“No wait! I’m not some nut.”
She could have fooled me.
“I am Sally and Tom’s neighbor down the road. My property is on the corner after you make a left heading toward Robinson’s, her other neighbor off that dirt road.”
I paused. …Was she legitimate?
“Take down my number and please call me later.”
To humor her, I did just that, and then fell back to the pillow, irritated and baffled from the conversation. Was the woman for real? Was she nuts? Was I crazy to even consider calling her back? I have heard some strange things in my time, but this one was really weird.
How could someone steal someone else’s woods?
…Let me stop right here. I think that before I go any further, I’d better take you back to the very beginning of this story and explain how I got here and how all this craziness started in the first place.
It was about two days ago…