While headed back from Amber’s house on Monday evening, I walked by the back deck. It’s a normal thing to do and I found myself trying to move the lump of cats out of the way so I could go inside. I had just kneeled down to move Jack, when I heard something that sent chills down my spine. Right at ear level, in the bush beside me, a cough. My heart skipped a beat. I straightened up quickly and just stared at the bush. Cough, cough. To my credit, I did attempt a somewhat awkward kick at the bush and then ran inside. I’m still not sure who was in the bushes.
Then yesterday morning I woke up to find a police officer in my foyer. I almost closed my bedroom door and opened it again, just to make sure. But no, there he was. Apparently, someone in my house had dialed 911 just 15 minutes earlier and he was there in full glory, ready to take on fire-breathing dragons. But the problem was that I had not dialed the number, my mom had not dialed the number, and there was no one else in the house. He said that the call had most certainly come from our home and that our last name had shown up with the call.
So, I think that I have figured out what happened with the 911 call. One of our phone lines was down yesterday on and off and we think that perhaps our line was crossed with another. I am comforted by that idea in one respect, because that means that there were no odd people hiding in my home yesterday morning- dialing 911. And yet I’m appalled to realize that someone near me was trying to get help- and no one came.