Shane slid down further into the corner of the bedroom, her gun held out in front of her. She breathed slowly and deeply, her eyes roaming around the dark and silent room. As she shifted position, she felt something in her pocket poking her. Curiously, she fished around in her pocket, coming up with her cell phone.

There was a creak outside the door, causing Shane to freeze in place, gently laying the cell phone down on her leg while she positioned both hands on her gun. Shadows went by, and she heard hurried whispers. After a moment, she picked up the phone again.

Shane glanced at the phone, wishing she had a signal. With a sigh, she let her hand drop so that the cell phone was nearly touching the phone. Something made her look down, and when she did, she nearly shouted with joy. She was getting a signal – faint, but a signal.

She jumped up, tucking the gun into her waistband, and carefully moved about the room, holding her phone up and moving it around, hoping to get more service to be able to make the one call she desperately needed to make. Finally, she stopped, frustrated, realizing that the one bar of service she had on her phone now was all she was going to get. Holding her breath, saying a silent prayer in her head, Shane quickly dialed 911.

911, what is you emergency? the voice said on the other end. At least, thats what Shane thought the dispatcher said, as there was some static on the line.

Help! Please help! Theres a murderer! Shane hissed loudly into the phone, mindful of her surroundings, and that being too loud could get her killed.

What, maam? Did you say someone was murdered? the dispatched questioned.

Yes! Please help us! Shane whispered directly into the phone, then stated the address for the dispatcher.

What, maam? I couldnt hear that last thing you said, the dispatcher said.

*****, Shane mumbled, realizing she was about to lose the call, and she didnt have much time left. So she took a gamble and held the phone up and screamed into it, Send help! She yelled the address of the old mansion out several times, hoping the dispatcher could hear her.