I woke at 2 a.m. to 18 missed calls from my daughter and a text: “Dad, help! Come fast!” Panicked, I sped to her house. She and her fiancé looked shocked to see me, insisting, “I never texted you!” Confused, I left, but as I reached my car, another text hit: “I…” I froze, heart racing. It’s now 11:07 PM CEST, June 6, 2025, and I’m reeling. Was it a glitch, a prank, or something sinister? My daughter’s phone showed no sent messages, yet the calls and texts felt real. I
checked my signal—strong, no hacks detected. Her fiancé suggested a sleep-text error, but the urgency didn’t fit. I’m torn between relief she’s safe and dread of the unknown. I’ve secured her place, but unease lingers. Has anyone experienced this? I’m reaching out—share if you’ve got insight. This midnight mystery has me questioning reality, hoping for answers in this digital age.
