Used to take saxophone classes at my church when I hadn't gotten admission to uni yet. I had this special spot at the back of my church when I'd rehearse peacefully. There was a house behind the church. On certain days, I'd hear noises more like a person crying.....

Or wailing or a heated argument. Used to dismiss it as movies or TV noises and just did my thing. This certain day, I was eating before rehearsals, Spaghetti and Dodo to be precise, then I heard those noises again. This time around, there was the cry of a child....

.....loud and clear. I never knew a child lived there. It got louder. I was forced to peep. There she was, petite and dark-skinned.
"My daddy is beating my mommy!!! My daddy want to kill my mommy with knife!!!"
Fear. Gripped me hard.
They lived there alone.

The house was just refurbished at the time, so my guess was they bought it, refurbished it and moved in alone. No neighbors.
The girl saw me.
"Please help my mommy, please call police"
I was transfixed.
Then I jolted back to reality.

Ran back to the church, alerted men in there.
Called about 4 of them.
We got to the gate of the house.
Locked.
Then we started banging.
The noise alerted those around.
(The area is almost like an estate, quiet and stuff, so little noise alerted the others).