Don't Pick Up The Phone

It was 1958, and the post era of the Cold War. It was after World War II, and The Soviet Union and the United States never engaged in direct, full-scale military combat with each other. Instead of open battlefield war, their competition, espionage, propaganda, and proxy wars in other countries.

The Detective arrived in New York City, part of a special unit, that was specially picked for espionage. Ann, his wife knew very little about his assignment, except that it was classified. She knew the hotel he was staying at, and she knew he arrived here safely. He called and said, "Hi Honey, I arrived safely and he gave her the room number, like any good husband would do." She said, "Are you sure you couldn't share with me why you are there?" His reply was "It's Classified."

He got off the phone with her, expecting to have the next phone call, upon completion of his mission, and that he was coming home. He lived four hours away.

The phone rang, and Detective Porter, glanced out his window of his hotel room and he saw the neon lights, brightly saying, "Don't pick up the phone."He didn't see it before hand, and he didn't know quite what they meant. In fact he never saw anything like that before, and he was quite certainly thought he was not seeing it correctly.

Suddenly, as if to prove it to him, the phone stopped ringing, and to his relief the silence proved to be comforting for the moment. Then he glanced out the window, and the neon lights were no longer flashing on and off, on and off with big red-orange letters.

Detective Porter was on assignment in New York City on an espionage case involving the Soviet Union. He was sort of a spy of the US government, and his mission was classified.

Immediately he speculated, (detectives are always trained to speculate,) that the enemy knew why he was there.

Before long the phone started ringing again, and he reached to pick it up, but instinctively, he again glanced out the window, and again saw the neon sign flashing, "Don't pick up the phone."

He desperately tried to assess the situation, but failed to get an answer to about why all this was happening,

He began running his finger tips against the receiver of the phone as if it were going to give him a shock at any moment. It was his way of figuring out what was going on. Suddenly, the phone ceased to ring, and he quickly picked it up, and said,"Hello, what the hell is going on?" He glanced out the window, and this time the neon sign said, "I told you not to pick up the phone."

Detective Porter, turned and looked out the window, and it was still out there in all its glory, and he wondered if anyone else saw it.

Now one ever heard from Detective Porter again, and the where abouts, of him remain unknown, to this day. Even when his wife and sons visited the City that never sleeps and they couldn't find even a trace of him, and no one saw the neon sign. The only clue remaining, seemed to have been on a tablet, the indentations of something written on another page,"Ann, if I disappear, check the neon sign across the street, and check the phone of incoming calls. She did both, but she found nothing. Even the detectives sons went door to door around the hotel, but found not a trace.

What do you think happened to Detective Porter?

Do you think there was foreign interference?

Do you think that it had anything to do with his classified assignment?

Do You Thing They Will Ever Find Detective Porter?

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