Around 4:00 am there was a call at a local fire station in Pensacola, Florida. When they answered they heard the screams of many people and the crackling of fire. The fireman yelled in astonishment for the person to tell them their location right away. They heard not just one person using the phone but all of them screaming before saying in unison, "1242 Westbrooke apartment complex D". The firefighters all rush over and look in astonishment as the apartment complex was completely unharmed. They took precaution and evacuated everyone from the complex. Grumpy and groggy the people living inside took their pets and children and waited outside. The fire-fighters did a clean run-through of the apartment.
But before the chief fireman was about to release the waiting owners an explosion in the lower part of the complex occurred. Flames started appearing rapidly in all the windows and the apartment was slowly reduced to ash and cinder. Upon further inspection they found a gas pipe had ruptured and was lit by a water heaters flame. The firefighters were shocked at what the saw and remembered the phone call.
When they tried to contact the number again to thank the caller, they only received the following voicemail: "We are sorry, but this number no longer exists. Perhaps you dialed the wrong number. Please hang up or try again... and thank you for saving them."
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Creepypastas
FanfictionI know there are a lot of these, but I wanted to make a collection of my favorite creepypastas. I own none of these. The only thing I changed was that I edited out the cussing, so this is about as kid-friendly as creepy and murderous stories can get...
