It all started in January 21st, 1977. This date would be forever remembered in Bath as the most horrid day that has arised. In the beginning it was a normal day of waking up and eating cereal, grabbing the milk, and seeing the missing children advertisements on the back of the milk carton. By now there weren’t a lot of little kids being seized off their property during the day, Day by day we were seeing more children being reunited with their petrified families. It scares me how scary it would be to get kidnapped.The number of children being kidnapped was dropping lower and lower each month. Everyone in Bath thought they were safe and that they could leave their doors unlocked. They all thought that it was safe …show more content…
I finally arrive at the gateway. I open the door and slowly close it, trying not to wake the neighbors. As I get inside I take my jacket off, pulling my black hair from my hat and walk into to see my cat, Soap, purring, as she waits for my arrival. I sitting awaiting the next phone call from the police looking for my help on another case. Soap is my best friend she might be a cat but she does have a lot more intelligence than most people here in Bath. Now that I have been living here in Bath for a few years I have learned you have to adapt to the people who live here and their freakishly weird names.
My phone starts to ring just as I sit down. At this time of the day and part of the year this isn't family calling or friends. This is the police looking for help on a case. I picked up the phone to be told that there has been a series of murders of children in a certain area. As soon as I got done writing down the address, I started to pull my coat on and and shoes. Grabbing my keys and walking out the door.
I pulled up to the scene seeing the usual family crying , others trying to comfort them telling them that it’ll be okay not to worry, that the police will find who killed their loved ones. They never believe the things they say to