It's a Saturday night and I am sitting at home watching TV. I don't have any kids or man to hang out with. My best friend is in Europe for a month so I decided to be lazy and stay home. That was until the pay phone outside my window starts ringing. I laugh because obviously someone gave the caller the wrong number. It's stops ringing. About three minutes later it rings again. And again. And again. I finally open my window and crawl out, cause i'm to lazy to walk to the front door, and I walk across my lawn to the pay phone. I pick it up. "Man you got the wrong number. You have been calling that pay phone outside of my house for about the last five minutes."
"Is this Kathy?"
"Yeah."
My eyes widen as I lean against the plastic cover around the phone. "Why?"
"I can't talk for long. I'm across the street looking at you from the fourth floor window. I saw you watching TV so I called. I-OW, aw shit- I n-need you to call the police and tell them where I am."
"Are you hurt."
"Y-Yes"
"How bad? Are you shot?"
"Pretty bad. I'm b-bleeding all over the floor. No g-gunshots but I was stabbed."
"What! By who?"
"That's the f-funny part is that I don't know who. They hit me in the head, I blacked out and the next thing I know I'm on the fourth floor, bleeding, and probably dieing. They took my phone but I found an old wall phone to use."
"Listen, lay on the ground and pretend to be dead."
"What!? Are you crazy!?
"If they come back to look for you and you are acting dead they will leave."
"J-Just call the-gosh that hurts-Just call the cops and quickly."
"Ok, just call if you need anything." a loud beep ends the call. I slide a quarter into the slot to make a call. I dial the three numbers. It rings before a deep male voice answers the phone.
"9-1-1 What's your emergency?"
"There is a man on the Fourth floor of a hotel outside my house. He says that he is bleeding and can't survive much longer."
"Well send people down right away."
"Thanks." he hangs up the phone. I sit on my front porch for about five minutes before I hear sirens screaming. I jump up and wave my hands. The cars start to slow down in front of the building across the street. They start to get out of their cars when the pay phone starts. I rush to it and pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Don't send them up h-h-here."
"I have to, your hurt."
"H-H-He's here-" a second voice in the background tells the man to get off the phone. I here the staggered breathing in the phone. A few seconds later I hear the phone go dead.
"Hurry!" I point to the building right as a blood curdling scream is let out. I look up and count the floors. I cover my mouth when I reach the fourth floor and hold down vomit. There hanging out the window is the man's body, covered in blood.
Within seconds a fire truck comes and pulls out it's later with three men on it. The one at the top pulls the man down and passes him to the middle man. Than than third man cradles him in his arms as the later is pulled down. An ambulance worker takes the man and puts him on a gurney. They start driving away, sirens screaming. The sirens are loud in my ears, but I still can't get the scream of the man out of my head.
