Guess who?

It's somewhere between 11 and 12. We've finished reading and turned out the light and I'm kind-of-sort-of halfway asleep, when the phone rings. No-one really knows our number except for our parents, and my Granny has been sick of late so I figure I should probably get any incoming late-night calls. I stumble blearily out of bed to the lounge and pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I say.

"Guess who." It's a voice. Male. Twenties, I suppose.

"Uhm...I don't know. Who?"

"Guess."

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Guess. It's someone you know."

"Well I'm not sure that it is. Why don't you tell me who you are and I'll tell you if I know you."

"You have to guess."

"I don't want to guess, just tell me."

"I'll give you a clue."

"Who is this?"

"It's a cousin of yours."

"I have lots of cousins, I don't really remember them all. What can I do for you?" Keep in mind, I'm actually trying to remember who it is at this point, with no hope of success. I'm a little sleepy, so you can understand why I didn't immediately jump to the right conclusion.

"Did I wake you up?"

"Well, you got me out of bed, it's almost midnight."

"Have you guessed yet?"

"No! Who is this?"

"I'll give you another clue...it's a younger cousin."

"I don't know who this is. I'm not going to guess who this is. Tell me who you are!"

"It's Michael." He is sounding, I must say, immensely pleased with himself at this revelation.

"Oh. Uhm, I don't remember you. How do you know my number?"

"Wait...who is this?"

"This is Daniel, and I think you've got the wrong number."

"Oh...oh God."

"Have a good night buddy."

[click]

I go back to bed. I'm like: "It was a wrong number."

Aiden's like: "God, I thought it was a serial killer taunting you from the window."

"What, like in Scream?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah I guess I could see how it might sound like that from only one side of the conversation. But no, just a moron playing a guess who game with a complete stranger."