...Sir? Are you still there?"
"He's...his face. It's up against the glass."
"Sir, I need you to speak up. What is happening?"
"I looked away for a split second and now...his face. It's pressed up against my front window. His teeth are huge and he's still smiling...There's no color in his eyes...Jesus please help me, why won't it just fucking move..."
"Sir, I need you to go to the nearest room and lock yourself inside of it. Do you have a basement or a bedroom that you can lock yourself in?"
"He won't stop staring...he's going to hurt me..."
"Sir I need you to listen to me. Lock yourself somewhere safe until the officer arrives at your house. Can you hear me?"
"I...yes...yes, I'm going to lock myself in my room."
"And you're positive that you're alone in your house, correct?"
"Yes, I'm alone in the house...
…wait a moment...
he's moving. He's shaking his head. He's telling me no. He can hear us.
He's telling me I'm not alone."
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"Sir? Sir are you still there? I heard a loud noise, is everything alright?
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"Sir?"