A local news network heard my voice, even though I was thousands of miles away

I live in a small town in Queensland, Australia. There’s not a whole lot of people and a lot of the time, everyone knows everyone. My town is one of those small towns where kids are never too far away. <br><br><br><br>I never gave it too much thought really, I mean, it’s always been like this. We’ve always been used to hearing kids and their noises and what not. <br><br><br><br>However, over the last decade or so, the amount of kids in our town have decreased. We still get the odd couple with their kids walking around, but it’s a lot less than it used to be. <br><br><br><br>One night, about 3 months ago, I received a phone call. Nothing unusual at first, I mean, I get calls from all sorts of people, before and after work. <br><br><br><br>It was around 9pm that I received the call and I was sitting in my room reading a book. I was expecting a call from a friend, as we were going to go out to a bar the next night. So, I can’t really describe the amount of confusion and shock that took over my body when I answered the call. There was nobody on the other side, just the sound of kids laughing and playing. <br><br><br><br>After that night, I started to receive a lot of calls with nobody on the other side. It was always kids laughing and playing in the background, and I couldn’t figure out who it was or how they were getting my number. I tried calling them back, but the calls always ended up being dead or fake numbers. <br><br><br><br>One night, I was sitting in the lounge watching TV when one of the calls came through. I had just received one that morning, so I didn’t expect to get another that night. I immediately declined the call and noticed that the sound of kids playing and laughing had stopped. <br><br><br><br>I turned my head towards the TV, expecting to see the show I was watching come back on. But what I saw that night was something that I can never forget, and though it’s been 3 months, it’s burned into my brain and stays there everyday. <br><br><br><br>On the screen, we’re words. “We’re coming for you”. It was loud, and red, and lit up the whole room. I immediately jumped back and started to panic. I don’t remember calling the police, but apparently I did, because they ended up turning up at my house. <br><br><br><br>For the past 3 months, I have been terrified. I haven’t been sleeping properly and I don’t like to answer calls from people I don’t know. <br><br><br><br>I thought it had all blown over and that whoever was doing it had grown tired or bored. However, I received another call yesterday morning. Like all the other calls, there was nobody on the other side, but this time there was no sound of kids. <br><br><br><br>I decided to call the number back, and the person that picked up was not who I was expecting. Like thousands of miles away not expecting. It was a news anchor from a local news network in Florida. <br><br><br><br>She first asked me “where are you?”, and honestly, I don’t know how they knew my voice, because I have never spoken to this person or even watched their channel. I decided to tell her where I lived, though it’s not a big deal as my town is literally a dot on the map. <br><br><br><br>She then quickly told me that she would be in touch soon and hung up the phone. I was completely and utterly confused. I mean, what could a news anchor from thousands of miles away in Florida have to do with me? <br><br><br><br>I waited patiently, and I was even starting to think that maybe she was too busy to call me. It had been around 5 or 6 hours since I received the call, and I was sitting in my room when I got the call. <br><br><br><br>It was a withheld number, so I immediately knew who it was. I answered the call, and before I could even say hello, she spoke. <br><br><br><br>“Jack Bentson. We know where you are”. <br><br><br><br>I started to panic a little bit, and I asked her “how do you even know my name?”. She replied with “we will see you soon”. <br><br><br><br>I asked her “who is this” and again she replied with “we will see you soon”. <br><br><br><br>I started to panic really bad, and I tried to ask for more information but she just kept saying the same thing. <br><br><br><br>I finally asked her “what do you want with me?”. She paused before answering “we have been watching you for a while now, Mr Bentson. You seem like a good man, but we really need your help on something. We will contact you again tomorrow”. <br><br><br><br>I asked her “what is it that you need my help for”. <br><br><br><br>She replied with “we will tell you tomorrow, goodbye”. <br><br><br><br>Now, I’ve been sitting in my room all day today, just waiting for someone to contact me. I don’t know who these people are or what they want, but I know that they need my help for something. <br><br><br><br>I really don’t want to help these people, but I’m also really curious. What do they need my help for? <br><br><br><br>I’m writing this right now, because I’m just waiting for them to contact me. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I really hope I don’t have to do anything I regret. <br><br><br><br>I’m so anxious about this and I’m hoping I will be okay. I’ll update you guys if anything happens.