The next morning, Michael woke to the piercing ring of his phone. Groggily, he reached for it, his mind still clouded with sleep.
“Michael, it’s me, Mrs. Williams,” said a frantic voice on the other end. “Have you seen or heard from my daughter?”
Sarah. Her name hit him like a bolt of lightning, jolting him fully awake.
“No, I haven’t,” he stammered. “Why? What’s going on?”
“She didn’t come home last night. She’s not answering her phone. I’m so worried. Please, if you hear anything, let me know.”
Panic surged through Michael. He couldn’t believe Sarah was missing. Vague snippets of alcohol-fueled memories from the night before resurfaced. Had he seen her? Had she tried to reach out? He couldn’t remember.
He dressed quickly and drove to the park where they used to spend so much time together. The place was eerily quiet, shadows stretching under the dim morning sun. As he walked, he spotted a figure in the distance—a woman walking away from him.
“Sarah!” he called out, his voice echoing. She didn’t respond. He ran toward her, but by the time he reached the spot, she was gone.
It was then that he noticed a small piece of paper on the ground. Picking it up, he unfolded it.
The handwriting was hers. The note read: I need your help. Meet me at our spot in the woods tonight. Don’t tell anyone.
A shiver ran down his spine. Something was wrong. Sarah needed him, and he had to act fast.
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The Man in the Mirror
Short StorySociety tries to oversimplify how the human mind works, but our mc confused and navigates a new world to find the truth.
