Per request, here' s the full story.

It was night time and I was sleeping. I remember waking up and hearing some noise, and at first I dismissed it. It stopped and I dozed back to sleep.

Presumably a few minutes later I woke up and heard it again, looked to the bottom bunk to see if it was my brother crying or something, but he was still there asleep. When I determined it was my mom, I had the first adrenaline rush of my life, and ran to the living room, and picked up the phone.

I vaguely remember talking to the dispatcher, and I specifically remember hearing someone coming out of the room and me saying "hurry!", then proceeding to hide under furniture. It was just my dad, and he asked what was going on. When I told him I had called 911, his response was the typical "you gotta be shitting me" face.

Since I hung up abruptly, the dispatcher called the number back (which I've always thought was weird). My dad answered, and they explained that they still had to send a cruiser.

They showed up, and had to talk to my mom to make sure there wasn't domestic violence going on. My dad has said that the cop had the biggest shit eating grin on his face, and joked "loud noises in the bedroom, huh?". I bet they love those types of calls.

But hey, I made it into the police log that week!