My father and I had just finished spending a fantastic weekend camping as well as fishing. While fishing, I accidentally killed an otter , but I didn't give it much importance at that moment.Whenever any form of leisure time is presented, other than my spouse, father was the first person I would stop by and visit. I was heading home from having spent a few days over at my father’s house back in Chicago. During my ride home, my neck was stiff and my whole body ached, but I didn’t bother resting. I simply wanted to get home to my wife, Priscilla. After countless hours on the road, I finally managed to arrive safely back in town. My engine was roaring and the auxiliary cord was hooked up, which meant Drake was being bumped full …show more content…
I saw those marks again. It appeared to be as if something had torn off the door knob. What if Priscilla actually had the door locked before she disappeared but, someone or something broke in the house and took her away? Why though? Why would they take Priscilla?
So many questions remained unanswered, and it was driving me insane! As far as I knew, I was the sole survivor in town; wandering the sinister streets of Berwyn, Illinois.
I left the house and decided to drive around and see if there might be anyone alive. As I drove down the streets, i became distracted by the thought of what could have happened to my wife. I looked away from the road for a second, and once i looked again i pressed on the brake as hard as i could. I was about to run over a man! I stopped the car and hurried towards the man to