Creepypasta #1168: A 911 Call

Length: Medium

“911,
what is your emergency.”

“There
is someone on my porch, I don’t know him, and he won’t go away.”

“Alright,
please tell me your current address?”

“12
Twin Bluff Road”

“I’m
sending the police now, but I want you to stay with me. Tell me what this man
is doing.”

“I’m,
I’m trying to remain calm. Alright, my house sort of juts out on one side, so I
am walking to a window in that jut where I can see the front door.”

“So
you are the only one there?”

“Just
me and the man.”

“So
what is happening?”

“Nothing
as of yet …Oh god…”

“What?”

“The
man is sitting there on a chair. He is just smiling at me. Oh god. Oh god.”

“The
police are on their way.”

“Good.
He is just sitting there. He’s not moving. Why is he smiling at me? What is
happening, ma’am?”

“I
don’t know. You know what? Move away from the window.”

“I’m
not sure that is a good idea.”

“Why?”

“What
if he tries breaking in my house? I’d rather see him.”

“It
is your safety versus your house’s. I’m going to try to help you.”

“Ok.
I’m walking deeper in my house.”

“I
want you to affirm you are the only one there. Often times criminals don’t work
alone.”

“I
don’t hear anything. I’m alone in a bathroom. But I can only think about that
man. Now that I think about it… something was wrong about that man. I need to
see him again to tell you what exactly.”

“The
squad car is only five minutes away.”

“Good,
good. I’m going to see the porch again.”

“Are
you sure you will be safe?”

“Yes.”

“Report
what is happening, second-by-second.”

“I
will.”

Silence.

“He
is still there. Oh god… not again. His pupils, that’s what is wrong.”

Silence.

“His
smile. He’s got to stop. I swear he hasn’t moved since I left. Only his eyes
seem to follow me.”

“You
said something was wrong with his pupils.”

“Oh
yes, they take up his whole eyes. Almost like dog eyes. Wait, he just cocked
his head. His face lost its smile. Oh, no. It is back again.”

“Three
minutes and the police will arrive.”

“He
just got up. He mouthed something:

Should
I sit down or stand. Do you want me to come in.

“No,
no, no, no. Oh, good. He sat back down.”

Silence.

“What
is happening?”

“Nothing.
He is smiling at me. Not moving. Oh no. I hear creaking in my house.”

“Quickly
now. Get to a bathroom. Lock yourself in it.”

I’m
pretty much sprinting there. The creaking has stopped.”

“Doesn’t
matter, lock yourself in the bathroom.”

“I
wasn’t ever thinking of not doing it.”

Click.

“I’m
locked in. I’m safe.”

The phone
falls silent. Nothing is heard.

“Hello?
You still there?”

Silence.

“Sir?”

Silence.

“Hello?”

The
cutting edge of silence, the edge of something which is so calm.

The
bloodied blade. Silence.

“Sir!
Are you there?”

The call
ends.

Police
cars arrive the next day. There is an investigation that same day.

A police report
says: “After investigation, we found out that the man in question was lured
into the bathroom, where the murderer was waiting silently behind the shower
curtains.

She
ran.

“The 911
operator was found to be working with the criminals. The audio recordings show
that she claims to have sent a police car. We urge citizens to call 911 in the
event of any emergency. The events that took place that night were an isolated
incident. But nevertheless we are running full investigations in the agency.”

She
ran. She was never caught.

He
died that fateful day.

Silence
lived on.

Silence.

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to: Br2nn2nn