A Strange Call in the Middle of the Night
It was almost three in the morning, the quietest hour of the night. The duty officer sat in the station, staring at the glow of an old computer screen. The clock on the wall ticked slowly, and the man stifled a yawn. Not a single emergency call had come in all night.
Then suddenly, the phone rang.
“Police station, officer speaking,” he answered automatically, lifting the receiver.
On the other end came a thin, trembling voice.
“Hello…”
The officer frowned. It was the voice of a little girl, no more than seven years old.
“Hello, sweetheart. Why are you calling so late? Where are your parents?”
“They… they’re in the room,” she whispered.
“Alright, can you hand the phone to your mom or dad?
