Prologue
The day has come once again. May 6, the day that fifty-four people anonymously disappear without a trace. It is only a matter of time before the police and investigators find out why these people are going missing, but for now, one will only hope that they’ll be spared this year. Many say people just run away, or even worse, commit suicide. It always just happens on the same day every year. Why? Is a question everyone desires to know. We blame the government. We believe that they know about the disappearances; that they’re being confidential, but most really think they are using us to test on for experiments.
The number of people who have gone missing, on this day every year have only increased. None found.
“We do not know where …show more content…
My father went to buy some groceries; when hours past, she began to worry. She called him many times but only received a voicemail. She reported his disappearance to the police. It took many days because at the time, the police really cared. They searched for him many times, they never gave up. They didn’t allow themselves to willingly leave someone in trouble. It was there understanding of knowing they knew they could help that made them keep searching. But every day they searched; every time they went to look for someone to bring back safely, they only faced reality. The police and investigators never found my father. Though, to be honest I stopped believing my mom’s fib. I am 13 and over the years, I have gradually realized that my mom was hiding something. That my dad didn’t really disappear, he probably just left us, but I do not have any clue of why? Now, the police expect people to run to them, to ask to find their lost families or loved ones. They just gave up after years passed. Too many people were going missing, and they decided they couldn’t …show more content…
and my stomach was thriving. I was too scared to do downstairs, for the lights were off and I forgot to close the blinds when I came home. So I forced myself to be okay. I was not going to let some government scientist come and take me. As I watched the old 70’s classic “Hey Arnold” and I unnecessarily choked my stuffed bear in fear. I tell myself that I’m going crazy. No scientist is going after me. I am safe. I reach for the remote and turn the television off. It was so silent, one could hear the crickets chirping out on the streets. A shiver went down my spine, and I had a sense to make sure the closet was closed. Of all the horror movies I’ve watched, they always come from the closet. These thoughts made me more frightened. I must be so stupid to be thinking of my worst nightmares during times like these. I start to relax, and I release my bear from a choke hold. Whilst I lay there in bed, I checked my phone every 5 minutes, hoping that my mom would come soon. I feel my body trying to give up on thinking I wasn’t safe. It was 12 o’clock by then. I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep. Suddenly, I am awakened my the noise of my door creaking open. In case someone is in my room, I don’t raise my head. Hoping it was just the wind, I close my eyes once more. Then the wooden floorboard creaks as well. Someone is in my room. “Mom?” I ask, positioning myself to lean up. I do not recall turning the lights off before going to bed. I just take a
The day has come once again. May 6, the day that fifty-four people anonymously disappear without a trace. It is only a matter of time before the police and investigators find out why these people are going missing, but for now, one will only hope that they’ll be spared this year. Many say people just run away, or even worse, commit suicide. It always just happens on the same day every year. Why? Is a question everyone desires to know. We blame the government. We believe that they know about the disappearances; that they’re being confidential, but most really think they are using us to test on for experiments.
The number of people who have gone missing, on this day every year have only increased. None found.
“We do not know where …show more content…
My father went to buy some groceries; when hours past, she began to worry. She called him many times but only received a voicemail. She reported his disappearance to the police. It took many days because at the time, the police really cared. They searched for him many times, they never gave up. They didn’t allow themselves to willingly leave someone in trouble. It was there understanding of knowing they knew they could help that made them keep searching. But every day they searched; every time they went to look for someone to bring back safely, they only faced reality. The police and investigators never found my father. Though, to be honest I stopped believing my mom’s fib. I am 13 and over the years, I have gradually realized that my mom was hiding something. That my dad didn’t really disappear, he probably just left us, but I do not have any clue of why? Now, the police expect people to run to them, to ask to find their lost families or loved ones. They just gave up after years passed. Too many people were going missing, and they decided they couldn’t …show more content…
and my stomach was thriving. I was too scared to do downstairs, for the lights were off and I forgot to close the blinds when I came home. So I forced myself to be okay. I was not going to let some government scientist come and take me. As I watched the old 70’s classic “Hey Arnold” and I unnecessarily choked my stuffed bear in fear. I tell myself that I’m going crazy. No scientist is going after me. I am safe. I reach for the remote and turn the television off. It was so silent, one could hear the crickets chirping out on the streets. A shiver went down my spine, and I had a sense to make sure the closet was closed. Of all the horror movies I’ve watched, they always come from the closet. These thoughts made me more frightened. I must be so stupid to be thinking of my worst nightmares during times like these. I start to relax, and I release my bear from a choke hold. Whilst I lay there in bed, I checked my phone every 5 minutes, hoping that my mom would come soon. I feel my body trying to give up on thinking I wasn’t safe. It was 12 o’clock by then. I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep. Suddenly, I am awakened my the noise of my door creaking open. In case someone is in my room, I don’t raise my head. Hoping it was just the wind, I close my eyes once more. Then the wooden floorboard creaks as well. Someone is in my room. “Mom?” I ask, positioning myself to lean up. I do not recall turning the lights off before going to bed. I just take a