THIS IS A TRUE STORY IN THE PERSPECTIVE OF A 911 DISPATCHER
I was working late, and I was not happy about it.
I adjusted my headphones and mic, waiting for a call. It was one in the morning. I should be asleep. Just as I began to doze off, there was a call through my headphones. A dot flickered on the screen in front of me, showing where the call was from.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Help..." Then the phone line went dead. I groaned. Probably some kids prank calling. I was about to fall back asleep when the phone rang again.
"Help... Please..." It was a little girl.
"Honey, what is your name?" (I am changing names to protect their identity)
"Clara," the girl stuttered. "He'll hear me..." And then he phone line went dead again. 911 dispatchers are supposed to be calm, but I was losing my calm. I called Officer Schreifer.
"Officer, we have a young girl calling from a wireless phone somewhere off Trail Kiki. (again, changing the name)
"What, are you scared?" the officer teased. I gritted my teeth.
"Just check it out, ok?" I asked. He sighed and hung up. Just then the little girl called again.
"I am sending help, wait where you are, sweetie."
"Oh no, he heard us..." There was a whimper from another little girl in the background. "He's coming... You didn't help..."
That is probably the worst thing for a dispatcher to hear. That I didn't help. From the phone, were two gunshots. The girls were killed.
I sucked in my scream.
Just then, I got a call from the Officer.
"Dispatch, you there? We found where the call came from, and it aint pretty. It was a cabin in the woods, and we searched the house. In a closet, we found two dead little girls, and one was holding a wireless phone. They had both been dead for... 10 years."
I sucked in a breath as I realized what happened. I had just recieved a call from a dead little girl.