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Prologue
LEVITTOWN'S EMERGENCY SERVICES
911 TRANSCRIPT—7:05 p.m.
SEPTEMBER 5, 2018
DISPATCHER: Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?
CALLER: (muffled) I don't know.
DISPATCHER: You don't know? If you're in any kind of danger, you can tell us. We'll send help.
CALLER: (pause) I guess I'm scared.
DISPATCHER: Scared of what, honey? Can you give me your address?
CALLER: Scared of death... What happens after it?
DISPATCHER: Why are you thinking about death, honey? Are you thinking about hurting yourself?
CALLER: I just know I'm going to die today. It's just a matter of time—a minute, an hour... any second now.
DISPATCHER: Can you give me your address, honey? We'll send help, just stay calm.
CALLER: I can't. I'm not calling for help.
DISPATCHER: (pause) Can you at least give me your name?
CALLER: Melody.
DISPATCHER: What's your last name, Melody?
CALLER: I can't tell you. If I do, you're going to send help and I don't want that.
DISPATCHER: Melody, if you're thinking about hurting yourself, just breathe for a second, think about it. I'll stay on the phone with you until you calm down.
CALLER: (breathing) But I am calm. (laughing) You know, you keep calling me 'honey' when I'm anything but sweet... It's kind of ironic.
DISPATCHER: Sweetheart—can I call you that?—you sound like a sweet girl to me. From the sound of your voice, I can tell that you're young and confused. Life is complicated, but—
CALLER: Someone's in the house with me. I can hear them close by.
DISPATCHER: Melody, listen to me very carefully. Try to exit the house in any way you can and if there's something in there you could use to defend yourself, grab it.
CALLER: (sobbing) I can't, I—
(sound of movement)
DISPATCHER: I located your address by using your phone's tracker. Help is on the way, honey. Stay with me on the phone and do as I say.
CALLER: It's too late. They're coming. (unintelligible) ...there's an evil in Levittown. (louder) I want everyone to know it exists, that it's real. You'll all die, just like me, if you don't do anything about it.
(sound of struggle)
DISPATCHER: What's happening? Melody? Melody? Help is on the way, just—
(call ended)
•Word count: 372•
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