User:Chernobyl child

It was a cold day in October. I was working the dispatch stations at my local police station. I often got prank calls from children looking for a good time. It never ended with a good time for them because often, a police officer would show up at their front door and have a nice long talk with their parents.

This day was like any other day. I walked into the station and was greeted by Mike, the worker at the front desk. I set all my bags down and put on my headset. It wasn't even 5 minutes before I got my first call.

"This is 9-1-1, what is your emergency?" There was breathing on the other side.

"Hello? Can you hear me? What is your emergency?"

"I-I need help! My mommy and I need help!" It was a little girl, and by the sounds of her voice she couldn't have been much older than 6.

"Do you know where you are sweetie? Can your mommy talk?" I hated calls like these. I hated hearing the fear and desperation in children's voices.

The little girl giggled. Not just any giggle. It was the most evil, malicious sounding giggle I had ever heard.

"Ofcourse she can talk. We can all talk."

"We? Sweetie, where are you?"

"58755 Cottonwood Road." The phone clicked and all I heard was silence.

I sent two of the stations most experienced officers over to the address to check out what had happened there.

The rest of my day went normal. I got calls from elderly people needing help, wild animals in people's front lawns, pretty much the normal things that happen in this small town.

At 6 p.m. I walked out to my car. I got in and drove off just like I did everyday of my life. I took the same roads back home. About a block away from my house, there was police tape hung across the road. I got out to take a look.

"Hey Jen," Officer Swenson greeted me.

"Hey, what happened?"

With his right hand he motioned over to the left hand side of the road.

"You know that dirt lot over there? Well officers were dispatched there and we've found atleast 30 different human remains."

My mouth dropped. What the hell had happened a block from my house?

"Jen, we found this in a young girls hand. You may want to sit down."

I walked back to my car and sat. I opened the tiny box the officer had handed me and inside there was a note.

"You're next Jen. We'll come for you. There's no running, and there's no hiding."

Now I'm home, getting my story out there for people to read as I listen to the voices and pounding coming from my front door. They're all chanting:

''You're ours Jen, all ours. ''