"DO YOU SEE THAT?"

"Unspoken"

Dave let out a gasp and dashed over to one of the plastic bags scattered on the floor. He dragged it out into the sunlight and began untying it. When he was finished, I watched him look inside the bag and make a weird noise that sounded like a combination between a scream and a moan.

He began to panic. Jeff and I ran over to the bag and looked inside. I wasn't sure what I was looking at first. Then I noticed the hair and light skin. I vomited up the bag and puked violently. I attempted to speak but started vomiting again.

"Jeff," I shouted, my throat burning. "Your phone... Call the cops... "Call them right now!" My hand rested on Dave's shoulder. He was slowly rocking back and forth, attempting to relax and control his breathing. I took a look around. On the floor, there were about a few similar bags.

Jeff was finally able to speak with someone on the phone. He described how we had gone many blocks to a parking lot surrounded by a fence to get to the bar. He told them about the food stand and the locked iron bars in the basement.

I grabbed the phone. "Look," I said. "There are dead bodies in bags down here... lots of them." The woman on the other end said, "Just stay calm. I want you to just stay on the line with me and give me your names." We introduced ourselves and answered her questions.

I knew we should save the phone batteries, but she was our only hope of getting out of this situation. After we'd answered all her questions, she said, "You know, making prank calls to emergency rescue services is a very serious crime." My blood turned cold. She thought we joking.

"Ma'am, I promise to you, I have never been more serious in my life," I said as quietly as I could. Please send someone down to this location.

You have the right to arrest us if we are lying... Please, just send someone."

"Young man," she replied, don't you have better things to do on a school night?" I heard a noise as she hung up the phone. "She... didn't believe us" I whispered. "Give me the phone," said Dave He dialled the operator's number and talked clearly and quietly. "Operator, I'd like to talk with the police at New Hyde Park, if possible... Yes, it's an emergency... No, I'm not looking for 911 or dispatcher; I'm looking for the police department."

There was a little silence before he said, "Hello, officer?" in a deep voice. I'd like to report a group of teens who are raising a disturbance in an abandoned building.

They're throwing stuff around, smashing bottles, and basically wrecking chaos. They dragged a little girl down into the basement, which I witnessed. It sounds terrible...

Someone needs to get down here as soon as possible before hurting that little girl."Brilliant, Dave. Just brilliant, I thought. I could have kissed him.