Disease Pipe

...No I haven't taken up the tobacco.........though sometimes I wish I would have picked up a pipe, they just smell so good. But like most things, it's just one more thing that's going to kill you. The title actually comes from a disturbin/amusing phonecall (s) I received last night. During KU's route of Texas, somebody called the folks and I's house. "hello" I answered in my usuall friendly and engaging voice.
"Do you have my disease pipe?" A meak and slightly bewildered voice asked.
"Ugh, what?" I asked. "Do do you my disease pipe, I want it back" said the queerish sounding man. "Ummm, do I have your Disease Pipe?" I was sure it was a friend, playing a joke on me. I kept waiting for them to laugh on the other line, but he didn't. "Do you have MY disease pipe", begged the phantom caller. Eventually after trying to laugh them into laughing, I just had to hang up...getting a little too weird, not even like a prank call.
Ten seconds later the phone rings........"Hello" "Do you have my disease pipe? I want it back, give it back to me". This time i just stood there, listening in silence to see if the voice would continue, or whether he would try a new method. "Do you have it in a box?"
"Who is this?" Said me. "Do you have my disease pipe, give it back to me"
"whatever dude" I say......Silence.........It's getting creepy so i hang up.
Fifteen seconds or less it rings........and i say nothing. "Do you have my disease pipe? Hello, are you there? Where have you put it......have you put it in the box....?"
Click......
Ring........
Answering machine comes on............no message......
Ring.............
Dad answers...........silence............"do you have my disease pipe?" Give it back to me, it's mine"....
"What number are you trying to call" says dad in a dadly tone.......
"Give it back to me!"
Click.......
Dad takes the phone off the hook for ten minutes or so........and the phantom creep never calls back.........of course the caller id is a "private number"
It was funny for the first 10 seconds.........then it was kind of a spooky ordeal..........reminds me of the story when Dan Rather got mugged and his assailent would only yell "What's the Frequency Kenneth" over and over.......hence the R.E.M. Song "What's the frequency Kenneth".........
Sure it was just a strange coincedence, but it was by far the strangest incident in the past couple of years (nevermind the time a drunk Indian told me "i was dead" as right out side my house.....that was weird too)....