Late one quiet night, I heard a faint rustle by my window. The stillness outside made it seem louder, and a small worry crept in. After a moment’s hesitation, I picked up my phone and called the police.
But the dispatcher answered, “You already called.”
I froze — this was my first call. When I explained, he paused and then said they’d received a nearly identical call from my number minutes earlier about the same noise. Instead of fear, a strange calm settled over me, like some part of life had tried to warn me before I realized it myself.
He assured me officers were already on the way. I thanked him, feeling less alone.
By morning, everything looked normal, untouched. Still, the moment lingered — a reminder that life sometimes repeats its whispers so we finally hear them.
