Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25073641-20150514161008

So, I wrote this pasta to fight my writer's block. So, read it and post some honest reviews. Enjoy!

OPERATOR: 911, what's your emergency?

CALLER: Please go here now. I need your help, right now.

OPERATOR: Sir, calm down. What's you address?

CALLER: I don't remember well, but I think it's 4509 Elm Avenue. Please, go here faster.

OPERATOR: I'm sorry, but I can't go there. I'll just send police there to assist you with--

CALLER: No. You are the only one who can go here. I feel someone--

OPERATOR: Pardon me?

CALLER: I said go here now and rescue me. You're the only one who can save me. I feel someone is downstairs, but I don't know who. Please be quick!

OPERATOR: Is this a prank call? If this is--

CALLER: No, no, no! I'm not lying, this is a real emergency. I hear whoever is that climbing up the stairs. I already locked my door, so I can--

OPERATOR: Wait sir, wait. So you're in 4509 Elm Avenue, describe your environment.

CALLER: I can't tell it. I don't know what's happening here. Someone is about to get me. Please, please, help--

OPERATOR: Sir, describe what the place looks like.

CALLER: I don't understand. When I looked out of the window, I see nothing, literally nothing. It's all black. I don't see the light posts, the trees, the road, the neighbor's houses, everything, and there's thick fog everywhere. The walls in my house have... um... nerves, human nerves, and they're hung on the walls. There's no electricity so it's dark here. All that I use are my ears and nose. Tell me, can you save me?

OPERATOR: What? Never mind, never mind, I don't know, but I'll try. If I can't, I'll send the pol--

CALLER: No, you must go here now before he gets me.

OPERATOR: I don't know what you're talking about. Is this really a prank--

CALLER: I already said no! Please, I beg you. Save [DOOR BANGS] me.

OPERATOR: What's that?

CALLER: Shit! She's here. I need to hide! [DISTORTED LAUGHTER]

OPERATOR: ...

CALLER: I'm now hiding under the bed. Please, quickly. No one can save me but you.

OPERATOR: Why?

CALLER: It doesn't matter, just save me, right now! [DOOR CREAKS] Oh my god, she's already opened the fucking door. Faster!

OPERATOR: I can't. I'll just send police there.

CALLER: [LOUD FOOTSTEPS] Damn! She's here... Man, move your ass now. I don't want to die now. The floors already covered in blood, and her feet is covered in blood. I see a bright, red light coming from the door, but I don't know what it is.

OPERATOR: What?! Please, stay there. Okay, I'll send the police, and I'll guide them there.

CALLER: No, it's too late: She has seen me, and she's now walking towards the bed. Oh no, god, spare me.

OPERATOR: Hide somewhere else. We'll come there soon.

CALLER: Shit! No! No! Stay away! Leave me alone, please, please, I beg you. [GIRL'S VOICE: I just want you to play with me.] [CALLER SCREAMS] [CHOKING NOISES]

[GIRL'S VOICE: John, come on, join my tea party.] [DRAGGING NOISES]

OPERATOR: Shit! Sir, are you there? Sir? Sir, speak! Damn, the call's cut.

[CALL ENDS]

I'm Gary Freeman, the operator who had received the strange 911 call. It was a very scary experience, and all I heard scarred me for life. Now, I will tell you the story after the 911 call.

A day after receiving the call, I temporarily left my duty, and went to the address the man named "John" gave me. Surprisingly, it was just few miles from the police staion. As I stepped out of my car, I already knew something was wrong.

The house standing on that address was obviously abandoned, the scraped and dirty walls and dusty untouched floors proving it. When I entered the house, furniture covered in thick, white cloth greeted me. The place appeared like it was abandoned for a long time, and left to deteriorate by its owners.

Without further pause, I headed to the kitchen, only to see something that genuinely disturbed me. On the table were plastic tea cups and plastic tea pots, and a few dolls dirtied by dust and cobwebs were sitting on chairs. I remembered how the call ended, as the girl on the call said, "John, come on, join my tea party." So, I thought to myself, everything was true after all.

Climbing up the stairs, I noticed an odd stain on the steps. It was a reddish-brown trail leading to the kitchen I went before. This proves that someone was dragged down there.

Next, I went to the upper floor, searching for the bedrooms. Oddly, there was only one bedroom, as all the other doors that I tried to enter were locked. When I entered the only unlocked door, a foul, revolting smell rushed into my nose. I couldn't describe it, it was all too disgusting.

I looked all over the place, and I encountered the same stain on the floor. The place looked generally unpleasant, with the walls almost destroyed by large cracks, and the floor covered in the same stain. I found it, however, terrifying, as I thought everything was false. It opened my eyes to the truth.

The bed was still there, and when I looked under it, a phone was there. The screen was cracked broken, and it had red stains, obviously created by John's hands. Luckily, the memory card was still there, but the SIM card was already rendered irrecoverable. So, I picked the memory card, and left the SIM card. Then I drove back home.

In my surprise, when I inserted it in my phone, it was still working. My only plan was looking at the files he had, searching for evidences that would prove what I heard true.

I was not disappointed by what I saw. It was worthy my time.

I looked through the gallery, and all I saw was pictures of children lying on the floor, covered in blood, dead. The last picture was somewhat familiar, a girl murdered beside a table full of plastic cups and pots.

But what I discovered made me almost cry. The dates on the pictures were between June and September, in the year 2007, eight years from this current year.

That were the only things I knew. All the other information John told me was left in the shadows, unsolved. Anyways, I want to forget about it, and to calm my paranoid mind, I retired from my job, and stayed in the house for some days, thinking about the phone call.

Now, I understand why I can't go there. It happened in the past, but I don't understand how was he aware that it was the past.

Did it happen again, or it was a manifestation?

 