"What's Your Emergency?"

They've stumbled onto this station. Don't attempt to adjust your device. Door creaks, wolf howls, and the terror of silence echo throughout the night. This is the program that will send chills down your spine. Step right up and listen in. Because your horror show is about to begin. ha ha ha ha Greetings, my children of the night. Your hideous host, Mr. Graves, is getting ready to field some phone calls about the show and see how we can improve. We're always looking for feedback.

If you have any helpful tips, feel free to leave a comment of your own. Now let's go to the phones. You're on with Mr. Graves. An American werewolf in London? Haven't heard from you in a while. Any particular insights you have? Not enough animal-related horror. Duly noted. We'll work on that. Next caller, you're on with Mr. Graves. Frank, my dear man, how are you? More stories about man playing God. Yes, I will get right on that. Thank you as always.

Before we get to our next call I want to warn you that this episode does feature grotesque violence and sounds of car crashes. Listener discretion is advised. Phones have frequently played a role in horror. Whether it's a serial killer playing cat and mouse with their victim, a malevolent spirit passing on a seven-day curse, or a conversation with the dead, the use of phones continues to be a horror motif that only grows with time.

This is especially relevant for our next tale, which finds two 911 operators working on a night they won't soon forget. It's a little romp I call. What's your emergency? You think you're ready? Yeah, I hope so. You sure? Because every 911 call that comes through this call center could be a life and death situation. You think you can handle that? Well...

After spending three months in the classroom and another four months on top of that with the call-taking training, I think I've got it. I've even listened to all the bonus prep material I was given. Good, good. Just remember to stay calm. That's the important part. We want to make sure that every person on the other end of that line gets the help they need. Well, that's why I'm doing this, man. I want to make a difference. I want to save lives. Nice. That's what I like to hear.

Look at that, your first call. Don't worry, I'll be here monitoring you the whole time. Okay. Let's do this. Go. 911, what's your emergency? Hey, man! Okay. Who am I talking to? Willie! All right, Willie. What's going on? I got some clowns trying to climb up my ass and impregnate me. Impregn... Wait, so you're being chased? Yeah! By literal fucking clowns! Is that old man Williams? What's the location of your emergency? The cops know where I live! Just send him to Willie's house! Fast!

Yeah, that's old man Williams, all right. Go ahead and send out a patrol unit to perform a wellness check, and try to keep him on the line until they get there. Okay, Willie. I'm sending an officer out to you right now. Dang it. He hung up. Should I call him back? Yeah. No answer. Eh, don't worry about it. As long as you typed in that it's old man Williams, I'm sure they'll take care of him. Is he a frequent caller? Yeah, he means well, but he's just not quite all there, if you know what I mean.

The guy who trained me told me that Willy's been calling for decades. What? Yeah. If I recall, it was usually something about, again, clowns peeking through his window. Oh, wow. Oh, okay. Do you get a lot of calls like that? You mean other than from old man Williams? Not really. Gotcha.

So, you from around here? Oh, not really. I just moved here about a year ago. Oh yeah? What do you think so far? It's... something. Sounds to me like you're not a fan. What, of Nelson, Connecticut? It's a little too small for my taste. It has its charm. Does it? Dude, this place has one Starbucks. And it sucks. Yeah, it does suck, doesn't it? Every. Single. Time. Like, last month, I took a trip to Disney World, right? I had the single best peppermint mocha I've...

ever had in my life. And then I came back home. So what brought you to Nelson? Here we go. Hang on a sec. Let me get my headset back on. Okay, go. 911, what's your emergency? Behold, their ear is uncircumcised, and they cannot hearken. The fuck? Sir. I need you to know that prank calling 911 is a crime. The misuse of emergency services are- He hung up? Yeah, hang on. I'm calling him back. Shit. Well, someone just got lucky.

Tag that caller and we'll come back to it. Go ahead and take this one. Done. 911, what's your emergency? Hello? Hi, this is 911. Do you have an emergency? Yes. Can you send the police? I can do that. Who am I speaking with? Jason. Okay. Jason, what's going on? There's some people outside my store. Okay. And they won't leave? It's more than that.

First, they're wearing these creepy-ass mannequin masks. They're wearing, uh, what now? These bleached white mannequin masks. And they have weapons. Wait, you said they're armed? Yeah. One of them's got a carving knife, and another one has a hammer. The last one is carrying a noose. And they keep saying how they want to take my eyes, and that evil is coming. But you're safe. I think so.

At least for now. Doors are locked, and I'm hiding just below the counter. Okay. What's the address? 7321 Pinehurst. It's Kyle's Jewelry. Got it. That's three suspects in total, right? Yes. Can you hear that? The one with the knife keeps tapping on the glass. Hello. Come here. I can see. Let me in. Yes, I can. And you're sure the doors are locked? Yes. Good.

Don't worry, help is on the way. Now- The hell? What is it? Now, I don't know if it's my imagination, or if I'm just scared and seeing shit. But expressions on their mask changed? The smiles are... they're melting. Okay... Oh god. What is it? The lights just went out. Now the one with the knife is missing.

Keep him talking. You're his safe place right now. You're positive the doors are locked, right? Yes. I just closed the store about ten minutes ago. I was counting the till. I always lock the doors when I do that. Okay, Jason, listen to me, okay? My police unit is close by. I'm reading here that they're about two minutes out. Oh, thank God. What was that? I don't know.

It came from inside the store. Inside the store? But you're safe, right? Are you hidden from view? I don't know. They're about a minute away, okay? Just stay with me, alright? Okay. Jason. Jason. I know you're in here. Don't let me look for you. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Jason, shh. I need you to keep it together. My guys are closing in. Just hang in there, okay? Don't you say anything. You said it was dark in there, right? So keep still.

I'll be here with you the whole time. Come on, Jason. It's a picture I drew. I think you'll like it. Fifteen seconds out. My officer can see your story. You're almost there. Hello, you. Check this out. This is you in your coffin. Look how beautiful you look.

Oh my god! Holy shit! What was that?! Wow, I just... You okay? No! That was horrible! Who are you calling? Blair. She's my girlfriend. She works for the police. Dispatch! Hey, hon. It's me. Hi, you. Listen, we just got disconnected from that B&E at Kyle's, the department store. Yeah. Sheriff Garcia is on the scene. Can you tell me what's happening over there? I'm not sure.

His radio went dark. I've got additional units en route. I'll keep you updated as soon as I find out something. Crap. Hey, we got another call coming through. Call me later, okay? Of course. Do you need me to take this one? No! I have to do it. I... I need to learn. Just relax, if you can. And let me know if you need me to take over. 9-1-1.

You know, I don't know how to word this without sounding crazy, so I think I'm just gonna go out and I'm gonna say it. There is a snowman attacking someone. Uh, I'm sorry. What? Can you repeat that, please? Look! I am not shitting you, okay? There is a snowman holding an axe in its stick arm things and hacking down at this... Kai. Give me one second, okay? You said a killer snowman? Yeah. And it's attacking someone? Yeah.

Like I said, it is chopping at him with an axe. And he is not moving. Okay, um, what's your name, ma'am? It's Connie. Yeah, it's massive. It's one of those three-tiered snowmen. You know, the one with the big snowball for a bottom? Okay, look, I know this sounds okay, I mean, you know for all I It could be some asshole in a snowman costume filming a TikTok prank or a YouTube video or whatever. But from how it looks right here, right now, there it is.

is a mutilated man on the street and his insides are literally spread all around him and that thing is still tearing Willowcrest are on mile marker 20. I have someone in route. No. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. And please, please don't... They scared the shit out of me when I was a kid and like it is creepy as fuck when Oh fuck! Oh fuck!

What the hell just happened? I don't know. I don't know. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How can I save these people if I can't? If I can't. Calm down, kid. You can't save everyone. Jesus Christ, what is this? We don't usually get more than three calls a night. I'll take this one. You get the cops and DMS out to Connie. Okay. On it. 911, what's... I shall make the...

of their sons and daughters, and all shall eat the flesh of their neighbors. Listen, pal, this is not the night to be pulling prank calls. Oh, come on. Was it that same guy? Yeah, let me see. Bringing up his profile on ALM. Let's see who this asshole is. Got it. Is this some kind of fucking joke? What's wrong? It's... It's my mom's phone number and address. Okay, what? She died last year. Oh. I think that's yours.

Hello? Turn on your TV. What? Just turn on your fucking TV. Okay, okay. Let me call you back. Deaths in the area, but several. From shark attacks in family pools to a ceiling fan falling and killing a couple in their bed, it's one bizarre death. After another. Holy shit. And I have someone here who may be able to shed light on what's happening. Reverend Daniels, can you repeat what you told me earlier? It's the end of the world. That's it.

Time to grab your Bible and kiss your shit goodbye. And what exactly makes you say that? Well, it's all right here. In Revelation, chapter 6, verse 8, it reads, His name was Death. And Hades followed with him. And there was given unto them authority over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with famine, and with death, and by wild beasts. I'm not sure I'm following. What I'm saying is...

Death can come to us from many alterations. Because these are the end times, I'm assuming that, at least in our town, death's coming to us in the form of... perhaps... Our childhood fears. That's a bit of a stretch. How can you be so sure? Look at what you've already reported tonight. I mean, not an hour ago. A sinkhole formed under my neighbor's bedroom and took him with it.

Now that's not normal. He used to tell me all the time that he was scared of sinkholes as a kid. But that's only a fraction of what's to come. You got... Shit. Do you believe it?

That people's childhood fears are manifesting and murdering them? Yeah. I don't know. For the hell of it, what was your childhood fear? Mine? Sure. Huh. Well... Okay, so when I was a kid... there was this boy named charles gracie every day i'd watch that kid get his ass kicked by bullies it was rough i mean one day they really laid into him and i just stood And watched. I felt so powerless. You know? I guess that's why I took this job. So to answer your question, I was... I'm still. Just...

afraid of feeling like that again. I just want to help people and to feel like there's a point to it. Damn, that's deep. Yeah man, thanks. Yours? Getting hacked to pieces by some psychopath. Actually, now that I think about it... Shit. That's yours, I'm assuming? Yeah. What? I guess those clowns were really trying to impregnate his ass. You gonna call that Blair chick back? Nah, she'd probably rather say goodbye to her husband and kids. You? Mm-mm, it's just me.

Oh, fuck. I am here to make you know. Look, I... Shit, shit, shit, shit. No, no, not again, please. You should get that. I'm sure it'll make a difference. Fuck it. 911? What's your emergency?

Yes, you're on with Mr. Graves. No, I can't do your life story. You died choking on a ham sandwich. Who wants to listen to that? I'll be sure to take that into consideration. Thanks for your feedback. I've always heard ghosts are transparent, but this is getting ridiculous. At least I didn't end up like John from our story and get stuck answering phones all day. I would have surely heard a death tone. Be sure to stay on the line and join us for the next twisted episode of... Your...

I hope you enjoyed our latest episode, What's Your Emergency? Written, directed, and produced by Thomas Diaz. I want to thank our amazing voice actors, Eric Peabody, Darius Thigpen, Chris Miller. Rudy Gardea. Joshua Honan. AJ Fildago. Heather Beam. Ariel Hack. Vanessa Benoit. and W. Keith Timms. You were all amazing. I also want to thank our show producers, Gavin Michael Booth, and our producer, editor, and sound designer, Brady Flanagan.

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