A Dead Man

by Paul Hiebing


“Hello?”

“ Katie! You have to help me!”

“ Matt? What’s up? You sound like you’ve been running.”

“ I’m in a building, I don’t know, downtown somewhere. I need your help! I’m trapped!

Someone’s chasing me all –”

“ What? Shut up. This isn’t funny so just stop.”

“ Katie, I’m serious! He tied me up! He – wait. Listen.”

“… I don’t hear anything, Matt.”

“ I have to move now, Katie, he’s back inside.”

“ Inside where?”

“ Wait… Okay. I just came outside. Oh my God, there’s nothing out here, Katie! I have no idea where I am!”

“ Matt, come on, calm down. Tell me what’s going on.”

“ I DON’T KNOW WHERE I AM!”

“ Matt! Stop it! Take it easy. Now please tell me how you got there.”

“ Okay. Okay. I’m so scared, Katie. I just need you to find me and get me out of here. Please.”

“ Matt –”

“ Okay. I was riding my bike down by the bridge. I was going to go to Derek’s for a while. But there was no one there. The lights were out. No car. So I started back. And this, this guy just – Wait. I have to run again. Please stay on the line.”

“ Matt… Matt? Come on. This better not be a joke or you’re a dead man.”

“ Katie… there’s no place to hide here. There aren’t any bushes. I’m just running around the building. Katie, please, please, please help me. Come and get me. I’m so scared”

“ Calm down, Matt. Do you see any roads?”

“ No.”

“ Aren’t you on a road?”

“ It’s like some gravel road. There aren’t any lights out here. I can’t see very far. I – shit. Wait.”

“ Come on, Matt… find a road. You have to find something to tell me where you are.”

“ There’s… there’s nothing here…”

“ What? Speak up.”

“ I can’t… he’s going back in… God, I don’t even know if he’s the only one here.”

“ How’d you get there?”

“ I… was riding my bike, and some bum asked me for a smoke.”

“ You were smoking and riding?”

“ I haven’t quit yet. Forget it. And then he, he kicked my tire, and I wobbled. I felt

something on my neck – he must have grabbed me.”

“ Oh God.”

“ I fell. My bike fell on me.”

“ Matt.”

“ My ankle hurts, Katie. I woke up… I, I… d-d-don’t know how I got he-he-he-here…”

“ Shhh, calm down Matt. Are there any signs on the building?”

‘ I-I don’t think so.”

“ Have you been all around the building?”

“ Yes, like three or four times already. I’m going to try to run down the road, but my ankle really hurts, Katie. I don’t know if I can keep running.”

“ Matt?”

“ What?”

“ I can’t help you. I’m at my mom’s. I’m fifty miles away from town.”

“ Katie…”

“ I’m sorry, Matt, I…”

” Can’t you get in the car and start driving to town? Keep talking to me? Please Katie. I don’t know anyone else.”

“ Okay, Matt, but only if you can promise me that this is no joke. You have to swear to me that you are dead serious.”

“ Serious? Are you crazy? I am LOST and TRAPPED – ”

“ Okay!”

“– in the GODFORSAKEN BOONDOCKS! YES, I promise I’m serious!”

“ Okay, okay! Keep your voice down if you’re being followed. I’m going out to the car now… Jesus, it’s cold out here. How are you?”

“ I haven’t noticed the cold. I’ve been to worried about – shit!”

“ Matt?”

“ Hang on, I’m getting away from here… ‘there… get him’ … oh Jesus…”

“ Wait, was that them?”

“… ‘see… around the… hold…’…”

“ Matt, I’m starting the car now. I’m heading your way. I HOPE it’s your way. I hope you can hear me. Matt, don’t let them catch you. Don’t you dare let them find you out there before me… What was that?”

“ Katie?”

“ Did you get away from them? What was that noise?”

“ I’m –n a -sh dumps-…”

“ I can’t understand you, Matt. It’s all garbled.”

“… dumpster… hidi-… -m… -tie?”

“ What?”

“ Oh… -sus… -lp me…”

“ Matt, can you hear me?”

“ -es.”

“ I am going to hang up for one minute. I’m going to call 911. I’ll quickly explain what’s going on, and see if they can find you by your GPS.”

” N-…-o…-o…”

“ Yes, Matt. I’ll be here. Count to a hundred – slowly, and then call me right back. Please. I will be here. I’m coming for you.”

“ Ple-… K-tie, no-”

“ 911, what is your emergency?”

“ My friend just called me from his cell phone. I think he’s been kidnapped. He doesn’t know where he is.”

“ And what is his location?”

” I said he doesn’t know. So I don’t know! Can’t you find him by GPS or something?”

“ Ma’am, why doesn’t he call us?”

“ I DON’T KNOW! Please, can you help me find him?”

“ I’ll connect you.”

“ WHAT? Don’t hang up!”

“ Officer Gills speaking.”

“ Hello? My friend, Matt, he just called me on his cell phone. I think he’s kidnapped, and he doesn’t know where he is, and I don’t know where he is. Can you find him with GPS?”

“ Are you serious?”

“ YES, I’m freaking serious!”

“ Look, I don’t have time for… hold on a sec. What? Really? Great. Okay, okay. Are you calling him back?”

“ He’s calling me in about ten seconds.”

“ Does your phone have a three-way feature?”

“ Yes.”

“ Do you know how to use it?”

“ Yes.”

“ Then use it when he calls you. We’ll try to pick up the signal here.”

“ Okay… here he is. Matt?”

“ I think I lost them down the road here. Did you call the cops?”

“ Yes, Matt, and –”

“ Shit, Katie!”

“ -are you out of –”

“ -God damn it!”

“– the dumpster now?”

“ Yes, but you just screwed me!”

“ What?”

“ I saw the car I came in when I crawled in the dumpster!”

“ Shut up, Matt.”

“ The cops did this!”

“ What? Why?”

“ My brother’s a dealer, Katie! I should have known!”

“ Oh God.”

“ They want me to get him to pay up!”

“ Oh GOD. Matt, hang up right now!”

“ What?”

“ DO IT!”

“ We got him.”

“ Who’s that?”

“ RUN! GET OUT OF THERE, MATT!”

“ What’s happening, Katie?”

“ I’m so sorry, Matt! RUN!”

“ Oh… shit.”

“ I’m so sorry! Ohhhhh Go-o-od.”

“ Oh no. Damn it. Well, thanks anyway, Katie. For talking. Bye.”


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Paul Hiebing is a 24-year-old living in the Orlando, FL area, and works as an engineer to sustain his daily writing addiction. Though he furiously consumes mass amounts of coffee while writing, he's a surprisingly mellow guy.


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