In college I went with my roommate to a party. It was at a commuter students house about a half hour away from campus. The party was fun, nothing crazy, I was fairly drunk and we left at a decent hour, my roommate being DD.
On the way back to campus I wanted to get a hold of a my friend, Joe, so that I could keep drinking with him. I didn't have Joe's number in my phone and tried to recall it from memory. I was a number off and got some dude's voicemail, so I hung up. I turned to my roommate, who was still driving, and said, "I'm gonna call them back and leave a message."
"Hello, this is John, I can't come to the phone right now but if you leave your name and number I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
"Joe, this is travbombs, I got the girl. Things were a little bloody but we're in the basement and everything is cool. Call me back."
Idiot! I immediately turn to my roommate and say, "That was a stupid idea." I hadn't even planned on what I was going to say and for whatever reason that shit was the first thing to come to mind.
So, we get to campus and the night winds down. That was a Thursday. A week later i was in my American Literature class, sleeping like a baby while a movie was playing. My professor was sitting behind me grading some papers. She nudged me and I quickly reacted with, "Sorry, i didn't mean to fall asleep."
"It's okay, there's someone at the door for you. Can you step outside?", she said while the room was silent.
I walked to the door and there was an older female campus safety officer standing there waiting for me. I was very very confused. I asked her, "What's going on?"
"I don't know, I was just asked to bring you to the Campus Safety office." She was pleasant and calm. Everything seemed to be no emergency but for the life of me I could not think of what may be wrong, which scared me even more. The only thing I could think of was that my uncle was having some heart troubles at the time, but why would campus safety get involved in that?
We arrive at the Campus Safety office. Now, this is where I have to include that my father was a retired investigator for the city. When I walk into the office I am greeted by the Campus Safety Chief, of whom I had met prior with my dad. He asks me to come with him.
I follow him to a little office/interrogation room with a microphone and a mirror. At this point I am sweating fucking bullets.
"Travbombs, please, have a seat. Do you know why you're here?"
"No Sir, I'm very confused and trying to rack my brain with why."
"Okay, I have some people in my office and we're just trying to sort some things out. Can you sit here for a little bit and I'll be back?"
"Yes."
I sit there and wait for what was easily the longest 45 minutes of my life. Contemplating what the fuck I could have possibly done to be sitting here. Am I a party to something that I don't realize and they just need to ask me questions regarding someone else's trouble? I coach myself to stay calm and not make a mountain out of a mole hill.
In walks the Chief. "Travbombs, come with me please." I get up and follow him out the door. We're walking down a narrow hallway with him leading the way. He turns his head over his right shoulder and says to me, "Travbombs, I just want you to know that whatever happens you are alright with us and things will be okay."
Talk about a complete mind fuck. Soothing, but what the fuck did i do to warrant that sort of message from the Chief. I know he's relaying compassion because he knows my father, but it's clear that something big is up. He walks me to his office and I enter the room. There are three gentlemen in suits. The youngest and the biggest was against the left wall. He had blonde hair and a bright smile. The oldest sat behind the Chief's desk with a weathered face and a suspicious grin on his face. At a round table in the open space in the room to the right sat a middle aged man, expressionless. They all stand up and say, "Hi Travbombs, how are you?"
"I'm alright." Realizing that I've met every single one of them before. They're investigators from the same city department that my father worked in. This is a little comforting at first, but then the crushing reality that my father is probably aware of what is going on sets in.
Blondie says to me, "Please, have a seat." Gesturing to the chair next to him.
I sit down and the weathered detective says to me, "Do you know why you're here?"
"No Sir, I don't."
"This morning we've had every campus safety officer and several [city police department] officers searching every basement on campus."
"OHHHHH. Holy... I know what's going on. Jesus." It all comes to me at once and the relief washes over me.
I explain the story to the detectives and they are not shy about telling me what a piece of shit move that was. They ask me if I am a piece of shit. Berate me with questions about brutality. They were clearly trying to see if I was really a psycho, or just an idiot fucking kid.
"Do you like raping girls in the ass?"
"No sir, I don't know what I was thinking."
"But you like to tie girls up?"
"No. I... I.... "
They take turns asking me embarrassing questions. Which, thankfully, I've managed to forget most of. Once they're done going back and forth between relaying the severity of the situation and embarrassing me (rightfully so), the conversation gets lighter and they ask me about school and life. They tell me to keep my grades up and behave.
"Yes Sir, I will"
The oldest detective says to me. "One more thing, how do you want us to tell your dad about this?"
"Please Sir, don't tell my dad. It was a huge mistake and I've learned my lesson."
"Well, that doesn't seem right. I would want him to tell me if the situation was reversed."
"I understand, sir, but it isn't necessary. I've really learned my lesson."
"Okay, but as long as you tell him after you graduate."
I never graduated.
TL;DR: Prank phone call leads to campus wide search and me in an interrogation room about a kidnapped girl. Investigators ream me with some hardcore questions and then let me go, but under the expectation that I tell my father everything when I graduate.