Call in the night
Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 3:25 am
I am hoping that y’all can help me here. Because at the moment I am a pretty well freaked out. I don’t know when I am going to be able to fall asleep now.
Ok, here’s what happened…
About an two hours or so ago I got a phone call. Normally I wouldn’t answer the phone at this time of night, but I did so it wouldn’t wake my wife. A male voice on the line asked for me by name. When I acknowledged who I was he asked, “Or should I call you Dr. Droopy Dawg?” Startled I admitted to using the handle Droopy Dawg, but that no one calls me that. When I asked what he meant by doctor, he said, “Aren’t you the psychiatrist that said you were available to talk if we needed to.” Completely taken aback I just said I am not a psychiatrist. Apparently this was not the comment he expected as he suddenly went quiet, this gave me a couple of minutes to get my head together.
During the brief interlude where neither of us was speaking, I could hear a fair amount of moving about, market place or something, not much automotive noises, and people talking. I couldn’t place the accents of the people in the background but think it may have been Middle Eastern. Though I do think I heard the Islamic call to pray in the background, I’m not certain.
Taking the time to get out of the bedroom, so I wouldn’t wake the wife, I didn’t know whether he would hang up or not. I could tell he was still there, so I asked his name. He stated that I may call him Conrad and that he needed to talk to someone. I braced myself for something screwed up and went in to “professor” mode. I asked what he wanted to talk about and he bluntly said, “I killed a man.”
Yet again I was stunned in to silence, not an answer I would have expected. Thinking I may need to call the police I wished for some way to record the conversation. Then I had the sudden inspiration that the MP3 player I had around my neck could record from a mic port. I went back to the bedroom, got the adaptor and hooked the player to the headset port of the phone. I was afraid that it would disable the ear piece, but it did not. While doing all this I continued talking to Conrad so I did miss recording some of the conversation. That part is pretty closely narrated below.
“Ok, Conrad, did killing this man bother you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have to kill the man to protect yourself?”
“No, there was no real reason to do it.”
“So you just killed a man?”
“Pretty much.”
“You said that the killing bothered you, how so?”
“I enjoyed it. I think I may like to do it again.”
“You think you may like to do it again? You are not sure?”
“Killing is wrong, right? So I shouldn’t want to do it again, right?”
About this time I finally got the phone set up to record. I wasn’t sure of where to go with this. There seemed to be some kind of struggle going on that I could hear in his voice. The voice had a faint southern drawl to it. So I asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”
Conrad told me that he had, what sounded to be, some kind of bloodlust come over him. So he wandered around the city until he found the one he wanted. He went in to some gruesome details as to how he killed the man, it isn’t pleasant. I have had an iron stomach for years after being in the Navy, and I felt the bile rise up at the back of my throat a couple of times. Then he told me of how good it felt, how he wanted to do it again and again, but he felt that that should be wrong some how.
I asked him where he was and all of a sudden he seemed to get skittish. He quickly said he was sorry for bothering me and added the comment, “Oh, damn, I forgot what time it was over there.” He stated that he would be ok, that he again was sorry, and hung up without another word.
I at first thought about calling the police, but given some of his statements it sounded as if he were overseas. Also, from personal experience, I know they do not like to get involved before the crime is committed. So I figured why bother.
I then remember posting on the boards that anyone could talk to me. So I am posting this in hopes that whom ever this Conrad fellow is, that he will step forward and talk to all of us. Either that or that one of you may be able to help figure out what is going on here.
Droopy Dawg
Ok, here’s what happened…
About an two hours or so ago I got a phone call. Normally I wouldn’t answer the phone at this time of night, but I did so it wouldn’t wake my wife. A male voice on the line asked for me by name. When I acknowledged who I was he asked, “Or should I call you Dr. Droopy Dawg?” Startled I admitted to using the handle Droopy Dawg, but that no one calls me that. When I asked what he meant by doctor, he said, “Aren’t you the psychiatrist that said you were available to talk if we needed to.” Completely taken aback I just said I am not a psychiatrist. Apparently this was not the comment he expected as he suddenly went quiet, this gave me a couple of minutes to get my head together.
During the brief interlude where neither of us was speaking, I could hear a fair amount of moving about, market place or something, not much automotive noises, and people talking. I couldn’t place the accents of the people in the background but think it may have been Middle Eastern. Though I do think I heard the Islamic call to pray in the background, I’m not certain.
Taking the time to get out of the bedroom, so I wouldn’t wake the wife, I didn’t know whether he would hang up or not. I could tell he was still there, so I asked his name. He stated that I may call him Conrad and that he needed to talk to someone. I braced myself for something screwed up and went in to “professor” mode. I asked what he wanted to talk about and he bluntly said, “I killed a man.”
Yet again I was stunned in to silence, not an answer I would have expected. Thinking I may need to call the police I wished for some way to record the conversation. Then I had the sudden inspiration that the MP3 player I had around my neck could record from a mic port. I went back to the bedroom, got the adaptor and hooked the player to the headset port of the phone. I was afraid that it would disable the ear piece, but it did not. While doing all this I continued talking to Conrad so I did miss recording some of the conversation. That part is pretty closely narrated below.
“Ok, Conrad, did killing this man bother you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have to kill the man to protect yourself?”
“No, there was no real reason to do it.”
“So you just killed a man?”
“Pretty much.”
“You said that the killing bothered you, how so?”
“I enjoyed it. I think I may like to do it again.”
“You think you may like to do it again? You are not sure?”
“Killing is wrong, right? So I shouldn’t want to do it again, right?”
About this time I finally got the phone set up to record. I wasn’t sure of where to go with this. There seemed to be some kind of struggle going on that I could hear in his voice. The voice had a faint southern drawl to it. So I asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”
Conrad told me that he had, what sounded to be, some kind of bloodlust come over him. So he wandered around the city until he found the one he wanted. He went in to some gruesome details as to how he killed the man, it isn’t pleasant. I have had an iron stomach for years after being in the Navy, and I felt the bile rise up at the back of my throat a couple of times. Then he told me of how good it felt, how he wanted to do it again and again, but he felt that that should be wrong some how.
I asked him where he was and all of a sudden he seemed to get skittish. He quickly said he was sorry for bothering me and added the comment, “Oh, damn, I forgot what time it was over there.” He stated that he would be ok, that he again was sorry, and hung up without another word.
I at first thought about calling the police, but given some of his statements it sounded as if he were overseas. Also, from personal experience, I know they do not like to get involved before the crime is committed. So I figured why bother.
I then remember posting on the boards that anyone could talk to me. So I am posting this in hopes that whom ever this Conrad fellow is, that he will step forward and talk to all of us. Either that or that one of you may be able to help figure out what is going on here.
Droopy Dawg
