[ IP ] `` Dial 0 for crew , 911 emergency , 68 for bedtime stories . '' [ x /r/mildlyinteresting ]

`` 0 for crew, 911 for emergencies, 68 for stories.'' 
 
 *Beep, Beep* 
 
 `` 68, what is your niche?'' 
 
 `` Uh, happy fantasy.'' 
 
 `` Thank you, sir. Time limit?'' 
 
 `` Five minutes.'' 
 
 `` Name?'' 
 
 `` This, this is Rob,'' Rob said. 
 
 `` Thank you, Rob. Loading that through now.'' 
 
 *Cheesy Piano Music played in the background. * 
 
 `` Hello?'' 
 
 Rob perked an eyebrow. `` Uh, hello?'' 
 
 `` I've been trying to get through for ten minutes. What the hell is going on?'' 
 
 `` Sorry?'' Rob asked. 
 
 `` There's someone in my home. Send the police!'' 
 
 Rob heard footsteps thudding on the other side of the line. 
 
 `` You're on the story line,'' He whispered. 
 
 `` Mary?'' A man's voice echoed on the other side. `` Mary?'' 
 
 `` Please, I need help. He thinks I'm Mary, I th-'' She stopped mid-sentence. 
 
 `` Mary?'' The voice boomed louder this time. 
 
 `` This is n't 911,'' Rob whispered. 
 
 He could hear her quick breaths into the phone piece, and footsteps clunking back and forth. This was n't a simple case of a woman trying to get help, she was trying to escape, and feared for her life. 
 
 Rob snatched up his cell phone, dialing 911. He clicked the landline on mute, still holding it to his left ear. 
 
 `` 911, what is your emergency?'' The operator asked. 
 
 `` Hi, I've received a call from a woman. She's in danger,'' Rob said. 
 
 `` What's the address, sir?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know,'' Rob said. 
 
 He could feel the operator nodding. `` Alright sir, have you got this woman on the phone?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` I'm going to need you to find out her address. Can you do that?'' 
 
 `` I'll try,'' Rob said, clicking to back to his second phone. 
 
 `` Hey, Mary, are you still there? 
 
 `` I'm not, Mary,'' she hissed. 
 
 `` Sorry, sorry. I'm on the phone with 911. I need your address.'' 
 
 `` It's 742 St-'' 
 
 *Boom! * 
 
 Something crashed loudly on the other side of the phone, the woman squealed. Then everything went silent. 
 
 `` I think he knows where I am. My address is 742 sto-'' 
 
 *Boom! * 
 
 A second crash, as if it were the phone piece itself. `` MARY! I FOUND YOU,'' a man screamed. 
 
 `` No, no. Please!'' 
 
 The phone clattered to the ground, Rob heard Mary being grabbed. `` I'm not Mary!'' 
 
 `` MY LOVE. I've been looking for you.'' 
 
 `` Hey!'' Rob screamed into the receiver. `` STOP!'' 
 
 Somebody picked up the phone. 
 
 `` Who's this?'' A man asked. `` She's not who you think. Please, do n't hurt her.'' 
 
 The phone banged against the floor. `` So you've been going behind my back with other men, huh?'' The man asked. 
 
 `` No! Please. I'm not.'' 
 
 Rob heard a smack, a whimper, and then silence. `` Mary,'' Rob asked into the phone. `` MARY?'' 
 
 He clicked back to the 911 call. `` I think she's been killed.'' 
 
 `` Sir, calm down. What's the address?'' 
 
 A voice echoed through the second receiver, the one he was speaking to Mary on. 
 
 `` Mary?'' Rob asked. 
 
 *A young man chuckled. `` Hey, sorry dude. We put you through to scary stories line by mistake. You still want your five minutes of happy fantasy? `` * 
 
 Rob clicked off both phones and crumpled to the floor. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

