"911, what is your emergency?"
A middle-aged man breathes heavily trying to calm himself enough to speak to the operator. "My wife... she hurt herself, she's bleeding out."
"Okay sir, what is your current location?" the women asked with a rushed yet calm voice.
"852 9th Street... please hurry." the man pleaded.
"The fire department and police are on their way sir, please stay on the line." The women confirmed, "Please describe what happened."
A tremble ran through the man's spine, as he attempts to speak with the shock still settling in his mind. After a few moments of frantic breathing, some words are forced out. "I walked into t-the house with my son, and... put him to bed... when I walked into my bedroom, I saw that the-... there was..."
Silence permeates on the line. Eventually, the operator speaks up again. "Are you still there, sir? Please continue, the police are almost there."
The man begins to truly examine his surroundings to describe the gruesome scene "... there is blood smeared all over the walls and... 'See no Evil'... she wrote...in blood...my wife... my... my..." The man begins to sob over the call. After a few minutes, the sound of the officers breaching the front door could be heard by the operator.
"My God!" One officer exclaims at the very sight of the room.
"No, he's got nothing to do with this." The second officer somberly replies.
Realizing that the woman is still clinging to life the officers rush inside and secure bedroom quickly and efficiently, before calling the medic into the house.
Bathed by a bright light in the very center of the room, a young boy stands in horror as he beheld the scene before him. His eyes never once move off his mother as she screams and writhes in pain. Behind the two officers come blue-suited EMTs that surge towards the woman as liquid life gushes from her wounds. As they restrain her, she howls incoherently. "Protect my baby Boy, please don't let them in!" The officers stand back, one moving over to comfort the father, who is sitting on the ground with his face in his hands. The two EMT's accompanied by two more officers rush into the house with a stretcher. Quickly and smoothly, the screaming female is assisted onto a stretcher and moved towards the exit. She catches one last glimpse of the boy and reaches out towards him.
The boy watches in horrified silence as the chaos burns into his memory. Even after his mother his gone, her voice doesn't abandon him. All that he knows in these moments resound through the beating organ within his ribcage. His chest aches and eyes water as he tries to understand but can only come to a single conclusion. It pierced the depths of his soul, and remains there as he fall to his knees.
"Sir? Sir, are you still there? Please respond."
No one said anything. Sirens, wails from the hallway, as the boy's mother is rushed far out of his sights.
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Unbroken Origin of the Curse
Paranormal"Can you see me?" "Can you hear my cries?" "If your close enough to speak to me, then your good enough!" When madness infects the mind, and poisons the spirits what becomes of you. Will you let your desires consume you or resist temptation? Curse...
