Snow Angel; L.S.

12/5

I dashed out of the front door and over to the Tomlinson's. I would say Mr. Tomlinson's but I wasn't so sure that was true anymore.

Was my neighbor a kidnapper?

Only one way to find out.. after checking to see if the door was unlocked I stepped inside and immediately started opening doors.

I checked the first two doors I saw. One was a bathroom and the other a coat closet. I then traveled through the hall and into the living room. I opened another door which seemed to be a bedroom but it was completely vacant. No signs of living in this room..

I opened the next door down and this one seemed to be Mr. Tomlinson's room. It was plain with a queen bed. The bed was covered in a silky textured, dark blue comforter. There was a small clock sitting on a white bedside table. I walked closer to the table and my eyes skimmed a paper. It seemed to be some sort of schedule.

Sunday: none
Monday: lunch, nothing more/less
Tuesday:none
Wednesday:none
Thursday: morning snack, small dinner.

I was slightly creeped out by the fact that there was some sort of food schedule he had made. Some of the days were completely blank. Was this man starving himself? Or whatever- whoever- was in the basement.

I started to panic as I looked around his room for anymore clues. On his lightwood dresser sat a picture of a young girl. Maybe in her 20's with light brown hair and eyes to match.

The picture seemed to be old so I assumed it was a past girlfriend. Maybe his wife? I had never seen him wear a wedding ring but it wasn't impossible that he still kept memories.

Oh my god. Was he holding his wife captive in his basement?!

I stumbled out of the room and back down the hall to the kitchen. I opened a door to reveal a pantry and sighed deeply.

I was about to open the second to last door when I heard the crunch of tires pulling in. I mentally freaked out as I ran and hid in the empty room under the bed. Maybe he wouldn't find me here...