He glanced around nervously before picking up the receiver and dropping his quarters into the payphone.
Three rings, a click, and then, "Yeah?"
"It's me. I'm downtown. They're everywhere."
"Don't move. I'm coming." There was a pause. "Are you safe?"
"The payphone's under a streetlight. But it's pretty dark." He thought he saw motion out of the corner of his eye: a shape cut from a deeper black, streaking through the night. He would have thought it a trick of fear and adrenaline, but for the shrieking.
"Have you actually seen them?"
"No, but I can hear them. They're everywhere."