The Disappearances

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The floor she woke up on was cold, wooden and smelt of old must like that of an old person's wardrobe, her head stung from whatever hit her but she didn't let that stop her from getting up.

She stood there looking around, looking for a way out but the room was too dark to see anything while stationary. She walked. Stumbled actually across the room despite her head injury, her footsteps echoed off of the uneven floorboards.

She started to get frantic looking for a way out of this hell, as far as Lucy could tell she was in the old mill that lay abandoned on the edge of Hamstead, the one place in Hamstead that she was afraid to go. It always looked so menacing, so evil as if it wanted to keep her. That was when she heard it.

The faint sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, there was nowhere she could hide. She was getting a custom to the dark now and could tell that the room was completely open plan. As the footsteps grew closer she could hear distinct sniffs and growls, the same sounds that she heard before waking up here.

They were the loud growls of her pursuer. She stood in the middle of the room again, waiting. For what? She did not know, but wait she did. The doors burst open in a shower of splinters, Lucy didn't flinch which was out of place for her.

The glow that came from this creatures eyes were an unnatural yellow, the creature locked eyes with Lucy, growled an unearthly growl and sprang, Lucy dodged and ran straight through the now empty doorway. She hit the stairs at full speed.

That was when she made her mistake, running down the staircase she looked back at the beast that pursued her and tripped, she rolled down the steps. That was it, her world went black and that was the last anybody saw of poor Lucy Meadows.

8 hours before

Lucy woke on June 7th like any other day, her auburn hair splattered across her face as if she had a fight with a leaf blower and lost, her eyes seemed to be glazed over from her sleep, she walked over to her window as she does every morning to see what Hamstead has in store for her, but this morning everything seemed wrong.

She could hear police sirens in the distance, she couldn't remember the last time she heard a police siren in Hamstead. For that matter she couldn't remember when she last heard any sort of siren in Hamstead.

She crept over to her bedroom door not wanting her parents to know she had woken. She stood by her bedroom door and listened intently, the newscaster on the T.V was talking in a rush. Clearly something is wrong in the normally peaceful town of Hamstead.

For a 13 year old, she was very aware of what happened behind closed doors, she could immediately tell when something wasn't right.

She put on her best fake smile and opened her door as loudly as possible so she could warn her parents of her presence. The T.V went silent immediately.

"Lucy, sweetie, can you come down here please, we erm.... We need to talk".

Lucy's heart felt like it weighed a ton, what could possibly be wrong in this normal peaceful town. She skipped down the stairs and straight into the living room, her mum and dad had strange looks on their faces, it was as if they had both recently stopped crying, their grim expressions told Lucy everything she needed to know.

"Mum. What is it, what's wrong? Dad...."a traitor tear rolled down her cheek, she didn't even know why she started to cry herself. She ran to them and enveloped them in a hug, they all sat there quietly for a few minutes, but it was her father that broke the silence first.

"Lucy, it's about. It's about Megan, we have something to tell you, there's been an accident, well not exactly an accident, we... We don't really know what's happened to her".