The night started out calm and normal for the girl. Her mom left the house to be on the night shift at the hospital and she was sitting on her bed just talking to her friend Sunny on the phone about their friends and what they would wear to a party they were invited to.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said to her friend. “The dress is going to look fine on you Sunny, you have absolutely nothing to worry about you know and I promi-.’’

The hang up tone rang. “Ugh! stupid internet.” she said to herself. “Now I gotta fix it.”

The girl made her way to the internet cube in her room and lowered herself to figure out what was wrong but as she was about to try to fix it three seconds later the phone rang. She didn’t move for only  a second, since she was confused since she was sure that the internet was disconnected, but she thought it was probably a glitch then grabbed her phone and quickly spoke into the phone apologizing believing it was Sunny on the other line.

“Oh my god Sunny, I’m so sorry it was the internet tha-” Her apology was interrupted at the sound of heavy breathing. The girl hung up the call. “Hmm wrong number,’’ she thought to herself. It was then she heard the creaking of the door open. She knew it couldn’t have been her Mom since the hospital is about an hour and 30 minutes away. She walked out of her room to go downstairs to investigate the noise. When she got to the door she noticed that it was ever so slightly open and she looked out to see if anyone outside was there but there was not a soul in sight.

“Mom probably forgot to lock the door properly,” the girl thought to herself, and she closed the door, locking it, and made her way over to the kitchen to have a drink and placed her phone on the counter while she went to go get a mug. When she grabbed the mug she was about to walk over to the fridge when the phone rang. She froze in her tracks. With the mug in her hand she felt it start to shake, she stared at the phone watching it ring for what felt like an eternity hearing it ring over and over. Finally she inched herself closer and closer to the phone till she hesitantly picked it up.

“Hello?” she said nervously to the phone. A raspy and distorted voice replied on the other end.

“You know they say it’s rude to ignore people on the phone… I hope you treat them better from the inside of your house.” The call ended and a loud thump came from the basement. The girl felt like she was about to have a panic attack. Her head was spinning and her body felt weak. “This has to be a nightmare,” she thought to herself finally she decided to get herself together and call 911 and see if she could locate the unknown noise to tell first responders where it was. Finally she flipped the switch to turn the light and started to walk down the stairs with only her phone in her hand and the ringing of the phone harrowing her eardrums. The dimly illuminated basement by the hallway above stairs being the only source of light. It was then someone picked up the phone on the other end of the call.

“911 what’s your emergency?” The person who picked it was a lady whose voice was calm and composed with a hint of warmth which gave the girl some kind of solace. The girl tried to speak but it mostly came out clipped or strained since she felt the growing weight of dread all over her throat as she tried to speak.

“Yes…umm I think there’s someone in my house and I don’t know where they are?” Fear and panic started to take over her body. She started to sob and hyperventilate. “I don’t know what’s happening.. Pl- Please just get me out of here!”

The 911 operator responded: “Ma’am I need you to calm down and tell me where you are.” The girl tried to use every fiber of her being to clearly answer the question without choking on her sobs.

“My address? Its 3656 Ashford Dr–” She felt someone grab her from behind and started to scream but they quickly put their hand over her mouth and she dropped her phone with the 911 call still going on and the woman quickly started to call out for her.

“Miss, I need to make sure you are still with me?! Miss! Are you still there?! MISS?! MISS?!!!” Suddenly the 911 operator heard a voice on the other end that gave her a chill to her bone, for it was raspy and distorted.

“I’m AfRaId yOu’vE LoSt your sIgNal.” The last thing the operator ever heard was the disconnect tone from the call.