I’m in bed, barely awake. But I hear her. Her voice is hardly audible over the static. I look up at my TV.
“Oh Jesus. Um, um— I need help, please. If anyone’s there.”
I don’t know what’s going on. I sit up, and she’s right there on the screen, her silhouette flickering. She’s in a dark, empty room. I don’t know what’s going on.
“Please, please, if you’re listening, call the police. I have an address. Please, quick. Write it down and help them find me.”
I don’t know what’s going on. I get up and open my phone, typing down the address, exactly as she says it. It’s the middle of the night. I don’t know what’s going on.
“I have to go, I have to go. Please help me. Please.”
My TV screen goes dark. What’s going on?
I think I’m crazy. Did I really see that? I’m still tired. I look at the address. It’s too familiar.
I’m still tired. I look closer at the address. It leads to the house next door.
I call the police.