After eating dinner, Emily helped Alice get ready for bed as her mother was downstairs talking to a neighbor. Emily left her sister's room so she could change on her own and went towards the stairs to listen in on her mother's conversation..." Oh Mary, you haven't heard the rumors going around?" " Rumors? What rumors?" " There has been a rumor, some people suspect it's just an old wives tale while others say it's true..." "C'mon on Elizabeth, tell me already- you know I don't have all day." " Yes, yes...well, Rumor has it that a strange being..a man in all black has been taking children and young adults away in the middle of night...these children are never to be seen again..people say if you hear giggling from your child's bedroom..your child has been taken away and you will never be seen again.." That's all Emily heard until her sister tapped her on the shoulder, Emily gave her sister a warm smile before sending her sister to sleep.
As night came, howls could be heard in the distances as crickets sang their evening song..but everything went deadly silent when Alice screamed bloody murder..This causes Emily and her mother to wake up, Emily was the first to leave her room..as she rushed towards Alice's room..everything went dead silent. There was no screaming. No one called out for help. All that could be heard was someone or something giggling before it slowly went back to silence..Emily pushed open Alice's door only to find her missing and the window wide open with the cold night sky creeping in..Mary came right behind Emily horrified to see her daughter missing..Mary clinged to Emily for support as she weeps and mumbles, at that very moment- Emily knew she needed to find her sister and to so fast..
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You Can't Hide, But You Can Run
Historical FictionIt was a snowy day in New York 1777, the war for freedom had begun. A 17 year old Emily was doing her afternoon chores with her younger sister as her mother made dinner. Emily's boyfriend and father were off in the war, fighting for freedom from the...
