MY SHORT STORIES

DEAD AT NIGHT - PART 1

"911, what's your emergency?", the consultant answered in a tired voice.
It was a Friday night and calls have been coming in left, right and centre. Some were dire, some from stupid kids who had nothing better to do, while others were from some crackheads who were seeing shadows crawling up their walls or men with fangs.

"I didn't see her I swear! It can't be her, no no!", a man shouted hysterically into the phone.

She sat up straight in her chair ready to take down any information that was thrown her way. Usually when people use that opening line that means that they have been in an accident or at least they want it to sound like it was an accident. The question is, what sort of accident?

"Sir, I need you to calm down and tell me what happened so that I can help you", she said soothingly hoping to calm down the other person on the line. When people scream like that they don't make her job easier nor does it mean that help will get there faster.

"I was-was driving then... there was blood and I was driving... I didn't see her", he stammered, probably overwhelmed with emotions. But something was clear, it was definitely a car accident.

"Sir, who didn't you see".

"My wife".

"What happened to her?".

"The car... I hit her".

"Where is she now?". This was new, he had hit his wife, probably murder. What on earth was he doing in the middle of the night when he hit his wife?

"She was dead then she was crossing the road and I didn't see her".
There was a long pause before the consultant continued.

"Sir, did you hit her before she was dead or after", this was turning into one of those crazy calls but then again the man might be confused.

"Aren't you listening? I said she was dead then she jumped in front of the car and I didn't see her so I accidentally hit her!!", the man explained with his voice raising with every word.

"Sir, have you had anything to drink tonight or taken some medication?", she asked sceptically hoping that she wasn't dealing with another crackhead.

"I am not drunk and I am definitely not high, I know what I saw!", the man screamed into the phone.

The consultant leaned back into her chair with a sigh, she was definitely dealing with another crack head.

"Where is she now?".

"Outside".

"Did you go and check up on her?".

"Aren't you listening? I am not going out there!", the man shouted into the phone.

As much as the consultant wanted to drop the call and put it down to some drunk or high bastard who wanted to play NCIS. She also reasoned that the man might have been in a car accident and was so traumatised to a point where he couldn't even think straight.

"Could you please give me your location, someone will be with you as soon as possible", next time she is definitely taking the day shift.