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I am a 30 year old woman in the north of England. This story takes place when I was 15. It was late 1 night, about 11 PM and I was in bed. I was just drifting off to sleep when my mobile started to ring. At the time this was a big brick of a Nokia with a small screen. The number on screen was really long but in my groggy sleep deprived state, I answered it. "Hey baby how are you doing?" asked a man's voice with a heavy Nigerian accent. I asked who this was and he said "It's me, Rufus" I told him I didn't know anybody called Rufus and that he must have called the wrong number. Then he said "So am I not speaking to (my FULL name)?" I freaked out. How could someone I've never met seem to know me? Now although my first name is fairly common, my last name is so rare that I've actually never met another with it who wasn't related to me. He also included my middle name which I never gave out.  I didn't know what to say or do. I asked how he got my number but he just laughed. He told me to call him the next night and I said no. He hung up. The next morning my parents noticed I was a bit off and asked me what was wrong and I told them all about the strange phone call in the night. They seemed to believe me but were not sure what to do. I went to school and tried to forget about it. That evening we were all watching TV and my phone rang again with the same long number. My parents told me not to answer so I let it ring. A voicemail message in his voice jokingly called me a tease but that was pretty much the end of that. My dad got me a new number and he took my old 1 to watch for anymore creepy activity but none came. We never heard from Rufus again but unfortunately never found out who he was or how he got my number. My dad still has that number but never heard anything more of Rufus or anyone else asking for me.
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