911 Call Operator

16・Trapped//Silent Hill/ P.T

*Ring Ring*......*Ring Ring*

"Hello. 911 how may I help you?" I spoke as lifeless as ever.
"H..... Hello?" A woman spoke, with a hint of fear in her voice.
"Miss, what's go-"
"You can hear me?" She cut me off.
"I... I uh.." I just sat there confused.
"Help! Help me! Please." She sobbed out.
"What happened?!"
"I.. I'm.. Trapped?" She was sounding like she was questioning her self.
"Miss, what do you mean?"
"Ah... Oh god, how do I explain this..." She mumbled to her self.
I tried to track her whilst she was talking, but I couldn't find her.
".... Shit...." I whispered hoping she didn't hear.
"Help!.... I think... I think someone's watching me...." She too whispered.
"Miss. I can't find you. I.... Where are you!?" I yelled slightly freaked out.
"That's the part I can't explain..." She mumbled out.

"I... I don't understand.." I whispered.
My eyes widen when scenarios of this woman came to my mind. Gun to head. Kidnapped.
"I'm in your personal hell." She said bluntly.
"Um.... What?" Now I was thinking this was a prank call.
"It... It feels like I've been walking in circles. Exploring the same hall way and room over and over again. Feeling their pain and suffering." She spoke calmly yet stressed.
I didn't know what to say. Debating with my self if she was prank calling me or just insane.
"Miss, I don't kno-"
"Pain."
"That's what they went through."
"That's what you're going through."
I sat there in silence.

I reached over to the phone to hang up...
"Don't touch that dial now." A man suddenly spoke.
"We're just getting started."

I pulled my arm back freaked out.

Cries and moans of pain came through the phone.

"... W-what's h-h-happening?" I stuttered out.

"Watch out. The gap in the door.... It's a separate reality."
"The only me is me. Are you sure the only you is you?"

Static.
I started to slightly shake. Confused.

Through the static a voice could be slightly heard.
"Ar...... Yo.... The....re....."

"Are you there?!"

"Think about it."