I always go on vacation with my family. Always. Summer was the best time to go! We always went over Christmas break and stuff like that, maybe to visit family. Even seeing family wasn’t as cool and fun as summer break. We currently lived in a middle class neighborhood with a three story house. We would save our money and go on amazing vacations like traveling to Paris, London, we even went to Greece once. Because my daughter had to get knee surgery this year, we didn’t have enough money to travel to Hawaii as we had hoped. We settled for California. We packed our bags and flew to L.A. We were planning on staying there for 2 weeks as usual. We arrived at our destination and settled into our suite. I had recently gotten a new phone and I needed to activate it, as soon as I had called to office of the company I had bought it from, my wife yelled, “Scott, I just got an email from our local police office saying that a crazy man that escaped jail has somehow made it to our city, just a few blocks from our house! I think I am going to call Darla (our neighbor) and make sure everything is alright!” I replied, “go ahead honey, but I am sure everything is fine!” I completely forgot about my phone and wandered into the tiny kitchen in our suite.  Grabbed a cold beer and sat down on the couch and thought about what my wife had just told me. I thought about the fact that he could be in the house right now, killing my 2 helpless dogs that we left behind. I laughed it off. I could over hear my wife talking to Darla saying, “ok, thank you Darla, you have a good vacation too!” she than said, “ Darla’s on vacation too… guess we will have wait until we get back to see if he is in the house!” we both laughed. Just then I remembered my about my phone and got up to go get it. I wanted to make sure it worked fine, so I dialed my home phone number and hit “call.” After about 30 seconds, someone picked up. I hung up the phone quickly. I reassured myself saying, I just called the wrong number! I didn’t want to worry my family so I kept to myself. The rest of the vacation went by in a flash but I could help but wonder about that phone call. Soon it was time for us to leave so just as before, we packed up and flew home. We got inside the house and were horrified to see that someone had written on the wall in blood, “I am the one who answered to phone!” my kids screamed and so did my wife, I was paralyzed with fear. We called 911, hours later we were told that a man named Henry Parker had escaped the prison a few miles away from where we lived. He had somehow gotten into our home and killed our dogs. What scared us the most was the fact that the police never found him. He could be anywhere…
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