I swear I just had the weirdest bus ride ever. We almost had an accident but all I remembered was that blinding light in front of us. The driver intensely smashed the horn that woke up most of the passengers. By the time it was over, all of them were calm and asleep as a baby.
When I got home, I called for my older brother but he wasn’t inside. I twisted the knob only to find the door open. It sent me chills all over my body when I placed a foot inside. The room was dimly lit and it seemed like no one’s been here for a while.
I switched the lights on and saw dust hovering around the covered furniture. I almost had a heart attack; I thought this was all a prank because he knew how scared I was whenever I see ghosts. Tall furniture covered in white sheets sure does resemble one.
There was a letter on the center table of the living room. Out of all the things here, it’s the only thing that made sense to me.
Where did he even go? He never told me anything about moving out.
I grabbed the dirty white envelope. It was covered in dust. How long has it been here exactly? I gave it a wave before looking at what’s inside.
The ink gives me a hint which almost suggests that the letter was more than a decade old. I started to wonder whether I was inside the right house.
I gave out a relieved sigh when I noticed his signature at the very bottom of the letter. All it says was that it’s taking me so long and that he’d go out to look for me. He was worried I might not show up because my phone was unreachable and I haven’t been active on social media.
We had no communication.
I hate this feeling. Everything seems unfamiliar. My heart begins to race as I roamed the whole house. I just needed to find a single piece of evidence that someone’s been here lately.
But there was no one.
I tried contacting my brother but he was also unreachable. I don’t know how I could talk to him at this hour.
I couldn’t think of anything except calling 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
I cleared my throat before answering, “My name's Amanda Bree. I’d like to report a missing person. Jonathan Bree. I haven’t been able to contact him for a while now… and the door’s open when I got inside the house.”
“When did you last see… Hold on, what was your name again?” says the operator.
“Amanda Bree…” I hesitated, “I haven’t seen him for a year now but I had contact with him three days ago.”
“Are you joking right now?” Asked the operator.
How rude!
I sighed impatiently, “Do you think I’d joke around in the middle of this situation? My brother is missing…” I tried to calm myself down, “Could you please help me find him?”
“I-umm…” There was an inaudible conversation in the background before I hear her voice again, “You said your name was Amanda Bree?”
“Yes, please help –“
“But I’m Amanda Bree… So who are you?” My whole body froze at her reply.
Where on earth am I?
