The scream broke my concentration and pulled me out of my writing daze. Startled into action by the raw terror and hopelessness I heard in the voice I raced to the door and ran outside, fully expecting to see a woman lying on the ground in distress.
For it had most certainly been a woman’s voice I heard, screaming the question, “Anybody?”
I didn’t know if she meant “Will anybody help me?”, “Does anybody hear me?”, or even “Does anybody care?” I just knew she needed help.
But even though I did as thorough of a search as I could without breaking any laws, I saw no one.
I spent a full five minutes looking for anything out of place and listening for further cries for help.
A very tense five minutes.
But there was nothing.
Finally a neighbor stepped outside to water her front yard. It only took a moment to find out that she had heard nothing.
Which disturbed me even more.
Because that scream was too real to be a product of my imagination.
Where had it come from, and why did no one else hear it?