Late one quiet night, I heard a faint rustling near my window. Everything outside was still, making the sound feel louder than it should have. Uneasy, I grabbed my phone and called the police.
The dispatcher answered calmly, then said, “You already called.”
I froze. This was the first time I’d dialed. When I told him, he paused and explained they’d received a call from my number minutes earlier—same concern, same words, same request for help.
The silence that followed felt heavier than fear. It wasn’t panic I felt, but something deeper, as if a warning had arrived before I understood it.
The dispatcher assured me officers were already on their way. By morning, everything looked untouched, peaceful, as if nothing had happened.
But the moment stayed with me.
Some experiences don’t come with answers—only reminders. And sometimes, life whispers twice just to make sure we’re listening.
