Letters & Kidnappings

C h a p t e r S e v e n~ T h e S e c ø n d L e t t e r

Noel,
So I've heard you got a call from my wonderful husband!! How did it go?? Did he play nicely? I hope he wasn't too mean. He can get a little over protective sometimes. But our kids still adore him! I see all the missing person reports are gone. That's a relief! Someone spotted us yesterday and almost called but thank gosh my wonderful man cut his hands off! Now he won't be doing any calling for a long time :) :)
How have you been?? I still haven't gotten a letter back since the last time I wrote to you :( :(
Do you not want to talk to me anymore?? I thought we were best friends?! Please talk to me! He might not take it to well if you don't write back this time. You have two days! Two! Before he gets mad again. I don't want to lose anything else. Remember this adress is always the same so just send them here from where ever you are! I'm dying to speak with you, Noel!

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Amanda

Big news! I'm having a ninth child! And guess what we are naming him!? Samuel! Just like your little brother from grade school!! How exciting!

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September 30th, 11:06am
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It's been a few days since I last heard from Amanda. Then I got the second letter. I read it till the point at the very end where the name was; right after she signed her name. Samuel...

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"Come on, Samuel!" I yelled. My little brother was waddling down the stairs for his first day of school. He was in first grade now, and that ment he was growing up. I was in the sixth grade; much taller then him, and very unpatient. "Hurry up; your to slow."

He held out his hand to me once he got to the bottom of the stair. "Hold my hand, big sissy!" He smile tripping over his feet. "Ow!"

I looked down at the little boy sniffling silently on the ground picking him self up little by little. I had to force myself to look away so I wouldn't cry my self. He looked like a kicked puppy when ever he tripped. I couldn't help but huff, and hold out my hand still not looking at him. He grabbed it hopefully, and joined me to the bus stop.

As we waited a few of my friends, including Amanda, joined us at the bus stop. We talked, and gossiped about the latest celebrity couple break up. When Amanda screamed bloody murder pointing at me. When I realized she wasn't pointing at me, but slightly behind me my heart skipped a beat. Because the one person behind me was Samuel...

I turned around then everything seemed to move in slow motion...

A little ball rolled out into the middle of the street, and Samuel went after it. A man in all black chlothing ran up behind Samuel grabbing him, and picking him up over his shoulder. I balled as I tried to catch the man. I was to late. He through Samuel, who was screaming nothing but my name, into a white van then drove off.

I was balling, and running as fast as I could after the white van. But I couldn't catch up. The only thing I could catch was the license plate when it fell off the van.

Years later then police finally found the man who the van belonged to dead in his house. His name was Jesus Corley. He was the landscaper for the house across the street from ours. But when they moved he came to our door one day, and asked if we needed a landscaper. But we refused. Later that year he went out of business.

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When the police searched his place it was a horrible display. He had made a lamp out of Samuel's cut off head. He made a pillow out of his hair. He made a bobble head out of his eyes, and hands. Chair legs with his legs. And arm rests with the rest of his arms. His organs were kept in jars of water labeled "for breakfast", "for dinner", and "for lunch". Lots of pieces from his organs were cut up, and most likely eaten. When they searched the man's stomach later that month they found dead organs in his stomach acid. I was horrified to find out he had been eating my brother's organs which had been that man's cause of death.

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At the word Samuel I hurled my breakfast onto my bedroom floor. Flash backs of the pictures from the scene I had found were making me throw up even more. My mom came rushing into the room. Panicked, and worried she called the ambulance. I was on my knees shaking, and occasionally puking. When the paramedics got there they got me to the hospital as fast as they could.

To be continued...