“Give Us P.J.”
I was 13 about, and i get a phone call on my bullshit flip phone that had like 3 contacts. You know the one.
Me: Uh, hello?
caller: We want PH, give us PJ back.
Me: I don’t know who PJ is.
Caller: I said we want PJ back click
After the call a black car pulled up to my house and at the same time I heard knocking on my back door. It was two kids asking for PJ
The man that came out of the car looked at me through the window and said “you have PJ, fucking give us PJ back.”
Mind you, PJ are my mother’s initials.
My older sister was the only other person in the house, she grabs a knife and calls the cops. The car pulled off and I never saw nor heard from them ever again.