The evening crept in as little Oliver heard strange noises coming from his parents’ room. His heart pounded as he pushed the door open, freezing in shock at the sight before him.
The air was thick with tensionsoft, urgent murmurs, the kind that carried weight without volume. His mind flashed to his school lesson: *If youre ever scared, call 999.* Hands trembling, he grabbed the phone.
“Emergency services, whats happened?” the operator asked.
“II hear weird sounds from my parents room,” Oliver stammered. “Please, hurry!”
Within minutes, police cars screeched to a halt outside the house. Among them was Rex, a seasoned police dog, who sniffed at the door, his ears pricking with unease. Before the officers could act, Rex let out a sharp barka warning.
The door swung open, and the scene inside stole the breath from everyones lungs.
The room was unnervingly still, save for a faint, rhythmic ticking. Olivers parents, James and Emily, stood frozenJames stiff as a statue, Emily clutching something small and indistinct.
Rex lunged forward, growling at the object in Emilys hands. An officer snatched it away, his blood running cold as he recognized the crude wiring of an explosive device. With steady hands, he disarmed it just in time.
The police escorted the family to the station, piecing together the madness. James and Emily were clearedthey had no idea how the bomb ended up in their home. The investigation revealed a chilling truth: their neighbour, a reclusive man with a dark hobby, had accidentally left it behind during a visit.
One call. Thats all it took for Oliver to save his parents’ lives.
Love them. Treasure them. Theyre the irreplaceable anchors in your world.
