posted on Jul, 7 2013 @ 11:36 AM
A similar scenario happened in my neighborhood once. I was living in an apartment which overlooked a street lined with houses. It was night and I was
getting ready to sleep, when a woman’s desperate voice started screaming. "HELP ME, HELP ME .... OH GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!" She was
screaming at the top of her lungs, and it sounded as if she was screaming for her life.
I scrambled to get dressed, ran out the door and across the street. It seemed to be coming from one house in particular, but I wasn't really sure.
Next thing I knew the street was filled with other people who had heard the screaming. No one could pinpoint where it was coming from.
The sheriffs showed up, but were unwilling to get out and walk around. They simply sat in their cruiser, and finally took off apparently thinking
there was nothing to be concerned about.
It still haunts me. I wish I'd taken the initiative, you know investigated the house on my own, peaked in the windows, knocked on the door, put my ear
to the walls. Not one person took the initiative that day, not even the sheriffs. I will always feel ashamed of myself and my fellow man, for assuming
things were okay, when most likely they were not.
edit on 7-7-2013 by seasoul because: (no reason given)