"Hello, we are here as regards the missing kids." Sally began to explain, her lips shuddering. "He's sixteen... he's an orphan. His parents are dead. We... we are the only ones he has. We... we don't want him to go missing forever like the others...'' She pulled out two papers; one declaring the four friends missing, the other a piece of newspaper, declaring some young kids missing as at twenty years ago.
"Ma'am, ma'am, we have this under control, just, just let us do our jobs." Detective Harry Decker had already popped out of his office to try and stop the grief-stricken women.
Sarah and the other officers stood behind, some working still, some watching. The sheriff's office was a bit distant as noise didn't reach him.
Harry stylishly led the hurt women out of the precinct. They were far from the entrance, with patrol vehicles lined up behind them.
"Jordan... must... be found! We cannot lose him like we lost the others." The Mistress who came along with Sally broke out. A teardrop hanging in her saggy eyes.
"Ma'am, we are on it as we speak. We'll find them." Detective Harry consoled hurriedly. "Sarah, get the car."
"Let us come help you look." The mistress' croak voice pleaded.
"We can't allow you, ma'am. I suggest you go back home. Your kid will be found." Harry advised, partly hyped, that he was heading for the first clue. And partly scared that he has no idea where this would land.
He kept on moving his hand in a vertical wave as he walked in a reverse to Sarah. He hopped into the patrol car and Sarah zoomed off. Her eyes glancing at the rearview mirror occasionally.
The mistress and Sally stood at the precinct, looking lost and hopeless. Their eyes bore paleness and their hearts sick. Their breaths started to get slightly labored. The mistress shot Sally a shallow look, expecting an idealistic response. Then the mistress sighed deeply into the sky partly covered with thick clouds, and headed out of the police area.
Driving out of the precinct, detective Harry looked like he bore the weight of the world on his shoulder. He looked like he wasn't thinking straight, and like he wasn't thinking at all.
"I don't get it." Detective Sarah started. "I mean shouldn't we have been searching before now."
Detective Harry just glanced at her, and then faced the highways, allowing cold wind to slap his face.
"This town has some very dark secrets and a gloomy history." He began. "One of which includes that, kids who've been declared missing, or are nowhere to be found, get missing. Forever. There's no two ways about it. And that's why those kids on that flier earlier, are no exception. We just gotta get to these people on time and make sure they don't end up with a similar fate." He ended, with a great deal of melancholy on his face.
"Shit." Detective Sarah slowly muttered, and it could be deduced that her heart rate might have gone up.
*****
Alfred's arm was slightly around Edith, trying to reduce her shudders. He was trying his possible best to stay calm, and also keep Edith calm too. They could both feel their body heat as they rested their backs against the driver's side window. The wind began to grow fuzzy as they avoided eye contact and pretended as if there were a TV right in front of them.
Alfred's head was spinning, now's not the time.
Edith didn't see a reason to repel, or go against the moment. She wasn't even herself, to say the least. But her saddened mind would not let anything affectionate crawl over it.
"Don't worry, Edith, they're going to be okay." Alfred muttered, and Edith looked into his eyes.
Her eyes were already tired from the tears, and sleeplessness. "And how do you know that?"
"I can feel it. I can feel it right here," he made a fist out of his left hand and placed it on his chest.
"Me too," she concurred, and sniffled.
Then his right hand held on to Edith a little tighter. He then gave off a ghost of a smile, and she reciprocated.
After a few minutes of dead silence, something broke loose. They heard incoming car screeches and drags and then they looked up and turned around.
It was the Detective and a little back up, with sirens blaring from their vehicles. They pulled up and walked straight at them. The air and heat completely disappeared. Detective Decker rose his eyes high onto the building, his mind boggled at the creepy silence the house was engulfed in. He had never been to this part of the town before. And as he stood before it, he started having flashbacks of the horror movie he saw last night.
"Here, we found my son's hat at the door," Edith cut out and Harry snapped out of it.
Harry received the beanie, and looked straight at the entrance as if he had a tracks' scanner in his eyes. This wasn't the first time detectives would find what was left behind by the kids but he just had to go along, so as not to terrify them even more. He shot Sarah a commanding look, and she responded with a reassuring nod. Detective Sarah was apparently the lady with the blonde bun who showed them the way to the office the other day at the precinct, as Alfred and Edith assessed.
Her lips were full on plum and pink and her skin was rosy red as she flaunted her flawless cop uniform.
She teamed up with the British Detective Harry as they brought out their flashlights, and handled their sidearms. Then they gave the few backup units that came with and ordering look; that they should start outside.
They got set, trod carefully and busted through the door to the old house.
The cold wind that rushed from nowhere greeted them, and their hair as well as their mind were blown in an instant. Their eyes rolled around and with immediate effect they began their search.
Minutes later, Detective Harry and Sarah had roamed their flashlights and pointed their guns at every angle there was in that house and found absolutely nothing.
Not a single soul.
It was as if they just broke into an old house as they choked on dust every minute. They busted the rooms, scoured the old living rooms, the closets and broke down the toilet doors. They moved to the garage, and thrashed the yard.
Nothing.
They met up again from where they started. A tiresome look painted over their faces. They coughed out dusty air. Their noses suffered from constant inhalation of everything dry and moldy.
"Anything?" Detective Harry's partner asked.
"Nothing," he replied.
His flashlight facing the ground allows the darkness to dance above their heads. "This is hopeless."
"What are we gonna tell them?" Detective Sarah inquired.
Detective Harry dragged his lazy eyes and pinned it on her. Both dumbfounded. They sighed deeply.
Author note.
What do you think they'll tell the grieving adults out there?
Also, any idea on what kinda game the kids would play next?
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The House that Swallows Kids
Paranormal|| 2X FEATURED || When four local kids get trapped in an old house that wails and laughs, their only way out is to play four enchanted mind games. ***** Little old town Brooksville...
