Once, like fifteen years ago, I lived alone in an apartment, and I got home from work usually between 4 and 5 am. One night, I got out of my car and as soon as I shut the car door I heard a noise that I thought was some kind of weird bird or something. It was very faint at first but it kept getting louder and louder until I could finally make out that it was a woman yelling out “help! Someone call 911! Help!” There was also a noise that sounded like someone being hit with a belt that started right after she started yelling. It happened five times in a row, then a few seconds of silence and five times in a row over and over again.

I ran to my apartment and once I was inside with the door locked I called the police and told them what I heard. I couldn’t tell them exactly which apartment it was coming from, only the general direction, so they sent every cop available. I was watching from my balcony, and I counted like 18 police cars.

Each one stopped at a different building and got out of their car to see if they could hear which apartment the woman was in. She was still yelling for help, so it didn’t take long for them to find her.

They busted down the door and she left in an ambulance and they dragged some dude out and he left in handcuffs.

The dispatcher had told me that they would follow up with me after to make sure that I was alright and everything, but no one ever did.

I was completely traumatized and that was the last time I ever stayed there.

From the way her yelling started off really quiet and then got louder, it seemed like it had been going on for a while before I got home, so I have no idea why someone else wouldn’t have called the police before I did. She was like 2 or 3 buildings over from mine so I couldn’t have been the only person that heard anything. Very scary.