Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on November 3, 2015 by Jan Wilberg
I think I heard that. What was it? The dogs are barking. Is it outside? Is there a cat outside? One of those coyotes? Is it in the house? Is somebody in the house?
They’re barking at the bedroom door. Why aren’t they barking out the window? Is somebody in the house? Maybe I should call the police. I can’t call the police. They’ll ask me questions. I won’t know what they’re asking me. I can’t hear. Anything. They’ll think I’m crazy. A lunatic. How can I call the police? I can’t call the police.
Facebook. I’ll put it on Facebook for somebody to call the police. There are always people up at night, the people who can’t sleep. Somebody will see it. I can tell them there’s somebody in my house and they should call the police. Where’s my phone? It’s so dark and they’re still barking.
What are you up to? I think somebody’s in my house. I’m all alone and I think somebody got into my house. My dogs are barking. Can somebody call the police for me?
What are you up to? Is anybody awake out there? I need help. I need somebody to call the police and send them to my house. There’s somebody here.
What are you up to? Please, anybody. This isn’t a joke. I’m not kidding. PLEASE CALL THE POLICE!!!!!
“Hi, Jan.”
“Hi. Help me. There’s somebody in my house. Can you call the police?
“Ok. What should I tell them? Who’s in the house?”
“I don’t know. Somebody who broke in. It doesn’t matter. Just call the police.”
“Well, I need to know what to tell them. What makes you think somebody’s in the house?”
“My dogs are barking. And barking at the bedroom door. They’ve never done that before. Just call. Ok? Just call the police before something terrible happens.”
“Like what, Jan? I don’t want to bother the police just because you got yourself all afraid in the middle of the night. Maybe your dogs heard a mouse.”
“They didn’t hear a mouse. They heard a person. There’s a person in my house. My dogs heard them.”
“Well, you wouldn’t really know what your dogs heard, would you? You being hearing impaired and all.”
“Look, I’ll find somebody else to call the police. Maybe I’ll call them myself. How did you know I’m hearing impaired? Never mind.”
“No problem. You keep looking for another Facebook friend who’s awake. Meanwhile, I’ll just come on up the stairs and we can chat. You can read my lips.”
Category: Hearing Loss and Cochlear ImplantTags: 100 Word Stories, NaBloPoMo, NoMo, story, writing challenge fiction, Yeah Write

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Yipes!
Wow. Creepy.
Using those repeated phrases really amped up the anxiety, Jan.
Her mounting panic, the voice of reason that becomes super-creepy… I love the voices in this.
I really, really like this. So I hate to point this out…your very first sentence is “I think I heard that.”
Yet later she is totally deaf. Other than that, the fear and panic…the feelings of helplessness, all perfectly expressed. Just my opinion, for what it’s worth.
There’s a lot of “I think I heard that” when a person’s hearing impaired. Often a hearing impaired person can hear something and not know what it is, sounds are misplaced or misinterpreted, or there is a glimmer of a sound. Similarly, a hearing impaired person can hear someone talking but be unable to discern what the person is saying which is what this person’s problem would have been on the phone. It’s complicated. 🙂
Thank you for clearing that up for me Jan, I have no one in my inner circle that is hearing impaired and so did not know. As I said, I really enjoyed it! 🙂
Thanks Joe!
Jan, the dialog is spot on! Super creepy, fitting the season. Love the closing.
That was super creepy.
Oh geez, Jan. I’m glad I didn’t read this before I went to bed!