Welcome to Creep's Cast.

I'm a 911 operator in a rural area.

I got a call from a house that burned down in 1987, written by Sunhead Prime.

Most people have never heard someone die.

The moaning, the crying, the pleading, that last breath before they go quiet.

Most people will never hear those things.

I do daily.

No, I'm not a serial killer on a hell-bent mission to cleanse the earth.

I'm a 911 operator.

When I took the job ten years ago,

I assumed I would more or less be like an air traffic controller, but for emergency response teams.

For a large portion of my job, that's true.

That's the easy part.

Death is harder.

Listening to someone expire leaves a gully in your soul, a space that can't be refilled.

First time I heard someone's grandma give out before the ambulance got there.

I had to leave work early.

The first time a child was on the other end of the line, I sobbed in the bathroom for 30 minutes.

Mama's not moving. I need someone big to help.

That precious boy's voice plays in my head on a loop. The secret is to have a mindless hobby

to use a post-cheshift to help you wind down.

Some operators net. One lady quotes scenes from her favorite fantasy books. A bunch of people read

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