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the call from number 38 

"the call from number 38"

Mrs lara:"Hello, is anyone there?"

?? :"Yes, how can I help you?"

Mrs Lara:"Well, it's about my daughter. She disappeared about a week ago, and you told me you're looking into the case. Can you give me any information?"

??:"Oh, it's you, Ms. Dialgo! What a pleasure to have you on the phone again. They haven't put you in the asylum yet, have they? Hahahaha!"

Mrs Lara : "Hahaha...uh no, not yet...but I'd like to know if you've found her since I lost my nephew. I don't want to lose anyone else. Please, do you have any information? Do you have any proof that she's alive? Just a breath, I don't know, but please!!!"

??:"Uh no, we're sorry but we still haven't found anything, but don't worry, we'll find it, understand? We promise you."

Mrs Lara : "Okay, goodbye..."

What you just heard is probably the last thing you should ever hear in your life.

Hello, I'm Detective Carlus, and I'm here to tell you the terrible story of Mrs. Dialgo, who lost her daughter in a terrible accident that we'll never know about.

Let's begin. One beautiful November day, a girl named Lena Dialgo came home from school after a day like any other. She was being flirted with by guys, she was on her phone, or she was crying, remembering her nephew Alex, whose death deeply affected her because the two had a close relationship.

They used to play hopscotch when they were little, have fun playing ball, send each other snaps late at night laughing, then say goodnight. And then one day Lena stopped receiving messages from Alex, nothing, no more notifications, no more calls. She got worried and asked her mother if she had any news, but even she didn't know. But she looked for him every day, every afternoon after school, she went to the library to see if she could find anything. Until one day she called...

the call from number 38 

This call could have been nothing, since it was just the city police number, but when I checked my phone records, there was nothing... absolutely nothing. This call was never recognized by the police stations of other departments, nor by us. We went to find out what it was about, what this police number was, especially since it only had two digits. We went to the station, but suddenly, as soon as we got out of the car, the atmosphere was strange, very strange. It seemed morbid, with no normal smiles or looks. It felt like people had cartoon skin, even though they were human to us. When we saw them, they weren't like us, and people were looking at us with smiles, but the smiles were unsettling, horrible, and grotesque. Finally, we went to ask where the police station was, and the woman answered us curtly, still smiling.

And she replied, "But which police station?... " smiling, and my heart stopped and my face went pale, just like my colleague's. And when we went all over the city, downtown, in the streets, in the supermarkets, we found zero police stations... We tried to call headquarters, but it wasn't working anymore, and my walkie-talkie said, "Stop looking, I'm just like them." When I showed and explained it to my colleague, he laughed and said, "Dude, you should lay off the drugs, hahaha." I preferred to laugh and say he was right, except I shouldn't have...

That same evening, when we got back to our hotel room, I received another strange notification on my phone. This time it said, "Why don't you stop overthinking things? Be like them, you'll understand..." But I didn't understand. When I tried to show it to my colleague, he replied, this time more curtly and unhealthily, "Dude, stop, I can't see anything. Stop overthinking and look at them outside." And when I turned my head, I saw someone watching me through a bush—well, I think it was in a bush. After that, I couldn't see what it was; maybe it was just an illusion. But thirty minutes later, I received an Instagram notification, except the terrifying thing is that there was never even a 1% signal bar... And when I opened the message, I saw my girlfriend's head being ripped off, and she was screaming and screaming. She said she needed me now, "My love, please help me!!!" But I was petrified and completely overwhelmed, and then there was no more noise... nothing until I heard a cracking sound and I screamed, "Let her go, let her go, please!!! Please!" But it was too late. And I started crying with rage, crying with rage. I was helpless, I couldn't do anything, and then suddenly I heard a voice that said to me...

"You weren't there for her, you only had a job, now you have to deal with what you've lost." And then nothing, the call cut out without any response... The next day I woke up, but my colleague was already gone. I got dressed and went looking for him everywhere, but I couldn't find him. I asked the locals if they had seen him anywhere, but they all smiled and replied, "We don't know who he is." And I started to wonder if this town was strange, or if it was even normal.

The first person I saw since I arrived here, and when I answered, he replied immediately, and it was my colleague's voice saying, "You should never have come here; you should have become like us." And as I turned around, I.............................................

2 week after

Capucine Macline : "Hello sir, I'm calling because my husband still hasn't come home after more than two weeks. I'm his girlfriend,                my name is Capucine, and I need answers about his disappearance. I am of course calling the police number 38."

??:"No, unfortunately we don't know where he is, but you can come yourself and we might be able to find a place for you and your family for a while..."