In the event that something bad should happen, I wanted you to be aware

I just got three phone calls from a 14-year-old girl in Chicago who thinks I stole her boyfriend, or that this is the phone number of the person who did steal her boyfriend. The first time she called, from a restricted number, she was whispering and cursing, so I hung up on her. A minute later she called, and said, "Why'd you steal my man?" I told her I thought she had the wrong number. She said, "No I don't." I was kind of laughing at this point, and asked her if she thought she was calling Chicago. She said yes, I told her I was in NYC. She said she was coming round this way. I told her to look me up when she got here and hung up. The next call I let go to my voice mail, and the message was, in a sing songy, whispery, laughing voice, "We're coming to get you, we're going to kill you," giggle, giggle. Except I don't really think that's funny anymore. Now I'm wondering if I'm in the opening scenes of Scream and I just don't know it yet.