Dialling the police
Her hands shook violently as she picked up the phone. The glowing numbers blurred as she dialed 911, her voice catching in her throat. She forced the words out, explaining the backyard scene—the rock, the camera, the cut wire. “We’re not alone out here, and I’m scared,” she whispered. Her plea carried through the quiet house like a confession, the words dripping with fear, begging for peace in their broken sanctuary.
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