User blog comment:Raidra/Creepypasta Thanks/@comment-24040907-20141201230048/@comment-24040907-20141227000536

Heyy, Happy Holidays!

What does it explain? Why I have such fondness for the boys in blue or why I’m such a maniac on phones. I swear to you, I am from another time. Whenever I get on a phone I feel like I have to be just extraordinarily loud lest my voice go unheard by the individual on the other side of the call.

I’m just as bad at texting, Kids these days can type so fast on these little keyboards. You see, I prefer to hang out on blogs and forums when I do my texting, because out here you don’t have to be fast. You can take in what you read and form a well-thought-out reply at your own pace. I actually write up my replies in MS Word before posting them. It doesn’t help that my software is so old it thinks “texting” is a typo. Welcome back to the ‘90’s!

How could the mother say that? Police are here to help anyone :D Seriously, though, that must’ve been adorable.

My favorite weird police call involved a man reporting a home break-in. He informed the dispatcher that he was hiding in his closet, and that a thing had broken into his home. The call was absolutely terrifying, as he slowly, shakily described the prowler’s lack of hair, bulging eyes, creepy floating walk, and strange three-fingered hands. The dispatcher seemed a little nervous, too. Then, the man informed the lady on the call that he was going to make a break for it, and run out of the closet. I heard the closet door burst open, some heavy shuffling, then a blood curdling scream, and then an unmistakable voice say “Hi, I’m Casper!”

LOL

P.S. Here’s one of my favorite Christmas songs.