Voodoo //The black phone story

)Billy showalter(

Two years had passed since the first kidnapping everyday griffin's mom would put out posters everyone felt bad even billy,he was the newspaper boy he knew everything before everyone which was sometimes a blessing and a curse because of his job he knew the boy went missing and he felt bad as long as he lived in this town no one has ever went missing so this was new to him,after the news dropped his mom wanted him to quit being the paper boy he couldn't tho he had been the paper boy for four years this year making it five,he had woken up at five o clock and started to get ready he took a shower and brushed his hair put his clothes on and his famous red jacket which everyone knew belonged to the paper boy he  then got his dog missy ready,he feed her and put her collar on then headed to where his bike cycle was he grabbed his bike and called out to missy so they could head to the newspaper place we're he would always collect the newspaper,he made it to the mail office where two stack's of newspaper was waiting for him he parked his bike to the side as he placed the papers on his bike he then heard a noise coming from the other side of the road,he turned his head and looked to the left of his self and watched as a older looking man with a weird looking mask on his face was on his knees picking up what seemed to be lots of mail like years worth,billy looked around to see no one and decided he was going to help the strange man because if his mom was there she would of said "now my pumpkin pie go help that man out right now"he stood up and called his dog to come with him just in case, he crossed the street and started to bend down and grab some of the mail to,after 15 minutes it was all picked up the man stood up with the crate full of mail and put it in his trunk where billy looked for a good ten seconds (black balloons?I have never seen them before.) He then turned to cross the road again but then the man grabbed his arm and said "wait up wait paperboy"billy turned around and said "yes sir is there anything else you need?" The man in the mask looked down towards the ground and saw Billy's dog jack(An: don't get mad at me for naming his dog jack cause I think he would because he has read about the titanic and his dog reminds him of jack)and struck up a conversation "I wanted to know what kind of dog did you have?cause I have a dog too"Billy's eye sparked with excitement cause not only did he love delivering mail he liked dogs alot billy then replied with"well he is  breed of a golden retriever actually and his name is Jack" the man in the mask seemed to find that amusing a little and chuckled billy then asked " what knd of dog do you have?" The grabber didn't hesitate to reply "I have a Cane Corso and his name is Samson" billy became fascinated because he knew that breed of dog was expensive because it was one of the breeds on his list to get before he got jack,while in his train of thought the grabber grabbed the black balloons and let them into the sky and he soon grabbed the spray can and he snatched billy,this surprised billy and brought him back to his senses he yelled for help before the grabber sprayed the stuff inside of the can on his mouth every thing started to go black for billy but all he heard was his dog barking and the grabber saying"shut up mutt"and he heard his dog whine he wished he could help but soon his world faded to black.

It was around an hour later at y/n had went to take her mother's mail to the post office and saw a dog it was the paperboy's dog and his bike then took out their notebook and wrote down the info as they looked for clues,on one side of the road was a envelope that had it's address scratched out with black marker but had a name on it,it was a brownish color instead of a white one.Y/n had went to the main desk of the post office and told them what they found,the police was soon called they took y/n in for questions to which y/n answered them and left with his parents,with the data he received he put on to the cork board he just it was starting to come together or so he hoped.