I will find you

Prologue

A year ago, my sister disappeared. She called and told us she was sorry.

Just that.

I'm sorry.

No further explanation, no text or follow up call. Just two words and then silence. She was gone. We never heard from her again.

The police searched for her. They talked to friends, traced her steps, collected clues. It all led them to one place. An abandoned house in the woods. Cherry Hill. With no cherry trees and not a significant hill in sight, I'll never understand where it got its name. They could have gone with something more fitting like dilapidated dump or horror set # 3. Cherry Hill was a place that only idiots would go to alone. In the middle of the woods, isolated, abandoned and falling apart. It was the serial killers dream house, and the young girls worst nightmare. Cherry Hill was a place that only idiots would go alone, but April wasn't an idiot. Was she? April was always the first to call out the character in a horror movie for being stupid, the one who would scold you for going out too late. There's no way she would drive out to Cherry Hill by herself. Or would she?

The police never found any evidence that April had actually made it to Cherry Hill. Sure, they found notes in her planner and in her room outlining her plan to visit the house, but they couldn't find anything that indicated she had actually gone there. No. Wait. Correction. They wouldn't find anything that indicated she had actually gone there. I don't think they looked hard enough. In fact, I'm not sure they looked at all. They looked in the forest surrounding the property, but without proper evidence indicating April's presence on the property itself they were denied a search warrant and the owner only allowed for a short search of the premises. It was old and dangerous he claimed. Some areas were too dangerous to even enter he claimed.

There are answers at Cherry Hill. I am sure of it. I waited for a year and the police found nothing, there were no further searches. If they won't look, I'll just have to look myself. No one disappears without a trace. I can't believe that.

I won't.