A Strange Call in the Middle of the Night

It was almost three in the morning, the quietest hour of the night. The duty officer sat in the station, staring at the glow of an old computer screen. The clock on the wall ticked slowly, and the man stifled a yawn. Not a single emergency call had come in all night.

Then suddenly, the phone rang.

“Police station, officer speaking,” he answered automatically, lifting the receiver.

On the other end came a thin, trembling voice.

“Hello…”

The officer frowned. It was the voice of a little girl, no more than seven years old.

“Hello, sweetheart. Why are you calling so late? Where are your parents?”

“They… they’re in the room,” she whispered.

“Alright, can you hand the phone to your mom or dad?”

There was a pause.

“No… I can’t.” Her voice grew quieter.

The officer’s hand tightened around the phone.

“Then tell me what happened. You only call the police when something important is going on.”

“It is important…” the girl sobbed. “Mom and Dad are in the room… and they aren’t moving.”

In an instant, the officer’s drowsiness disappeared.

“Maybe they’re just sleeping? It’s very late.”

“No. I tried to wake them. Usually, Mom always wakes up when I come in… but not this time.”

The officer’s instincts told him something was terribly wrong.

A Child Alone

“Are there any other adults in the house? Maybe grandparents?”

“No… just Mom and Dad.”

“Alright, then listen to me. Tell me your address.” He motioned to his partner to get the patrol car ready as he wrote down the girl’s words.

Before hanging up, he spoke firmly:

“Stay in your room and wait for us. Don’t go anywhere, do you understand?”

“Yes…” came the small reply.

Ten minutes later, the patrol car pulled up in front of a small two-story house on the edge of town. The little girl herself opened the door.

“They’re in there…” she pointed toward the bedroom door.

The officers exchanged glances and stepped inside. What they saw made both men stop in silence.

The Quiet Bedroom

The room was still. On the bed lay a man and a woman. Neither of them stirred. Their faces were pale, their bodies motionless.

“My Lord…” one officer whispered.

They quickly called for an ambulance and the investigation team. There were no signs of violence, no signs of a struggle. But when the air was tested, the truth became clear. A gas leak had filled the house. The parents had been overcome in their sleep.

A Miracle of Survival

The little girl survived only by a miracle. Her bedroom was on the second floor, where the heavy gas reached more slowly. And by chance, her habit of waking at night and leaving the door open had let a faint breeze inside. That small bit of fresh air saved her.

Doctors later confirmed that she had breathed in dangerous fumes as well, so she was rushed to the hospital. Thankfully, her condition soon stabilized.

A Choice That Saved a Life

If the duty officer had dismissed her words—if he had thought it was only a childish imagination or a silly joke—she might have shared the same fate as her parents.

Because he chose to listen, a little girl was given another chance at life.