Sunday, February 3, 2013

Scorned: Love Kills (and other dramatic titles)

While visiting my home town, I became privy to my mother's latest addiction: Investigation.Discovery, aka the ID channel.  She has reached the point of throwing middle-aged temper tantrums whenever anyone attempts to change the channel, so it's true crime specials all day err'day in my childhood home.

As part of the resulting paranoia frenzy, my mom has begun initiating conversations with phrases such as, "When I get murdered, do you swear to appear on the ID documentary?" and "Come on, these people are idiots! I totally would have gotten away with it." I'm only a little bit concerned.

Throughout the hundred or so true crime specials that I sat through, I couldn't help but ask myself what I would do if I witnessed something that could potentially be a crime. There were so many witnesses that called the police when they were only slightly suspicious, and I wasn't sure if I was the type of person who would take action like that.

These thoughts came swirling back through my mind in a panic last night, when I awoke to hear a woman screaming. Despite feeling hesitant, I dialed 911 and made what I can't help but worry was a uselessly vague report. I was able to give them my address, and the fact that someone was screaming in an unknown location somewhere within my earshot. Seriously, it was impossible to tell where it was coming from... it sounded relatively far-off, but I have no idea in what direction.

I can't stop thinking about it.  I don't know what was happening, but I have never experienced a silence as eerie as when the screaming stopped. Obviously it completely freaked me out... all I want is for the mystery woman to be okay, but I'll never know for sure.

Sorry for the serious post... I just needed to talk about it, because oh my god.

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