It was the deep of night, I was warm and dreamy, happily invested in the process of sleep. Then the night changed. I was ripped awake by a call on the community radio. Someone in the rural plotlands where we live was calling for help.
After dragging myself into some clothes, I fumbled through my gear expecting that I would soon be on my way to another neighborhood crime scene. I met up with my fellow patrollers, and we began the search.
We were told people had heard a man’s voice continuously calling out for help.
Sound can be deceptive at night.
Our area encompasses large tracts of paddocks and grasslands. At night when it is still, sound travels much further than in the day.
After some searching, we found a property, which might have been the source of the man’s desperate calls. We climbed through a disused electric fence and saw a building with a light on. We were not prepared for what we found……