In The Dead of Night Book 1 & 2

Chapter Four

                                                          Chapter Four

On my way to school listening to the radio, there was a special news bulletin announcing the disappearance of five students from our high school. If anyone had any information to contact the local police department right away, I couldn't help but laugh.

When I reached the school everyone was in dismay, talking to their own private groups of friends about their theories of what happened, I just ignored and pushed past. As I entered the building I saw principle Lutz talking to two police detectives in the office, as I passed by heading to my first class and got situated at my desk. The bell rang, and everyone flooded into the classroom and took their seats. Just before they could speak, principle Lutz come over the intercom and made an announcement.

"Good morning students, as I'm sure most of you are aware of and for those of you that are not yet, I deeply regret to have to be the to inform you that several of our students here have gone missing. There are no leads as of yet to what happened, or where they might be. However we are taking the disappearances very seriously and are deeply concerned. With this being said, we have two special detectives at the school here with us today, detectives Livingston and detective Sheridan. We will be calling many known personal friends of the missing students to the office over the course of the day, for the detectives to ask you a few questions and anyone else that may have any information to the location of the following students, Tyler Stafford, Stacey McCormick, Jacob Owens, Brad Chandler, and Tyson Mickelson. Please speak with detectives Livingston and Sheridan right away if you have information."

I found it humorous that their parents were just now realizing their kids were gone, and I thought my parents were the only fucked up ones in town. I gazed around the classroom, studying everyone's expression and all but one of my fellow classmates seemed troubled by the news, Timothy Miller, a fat kid from my class but to say he was fat was an understatement the kid was morbidly obese and had already fallen victim to diabetes. His eyes were locked on mine with an intent glare, why the hell was this asshole staring me down, did he actually know something? How would that be possible, I'm very careful and watchful of my surroundings before I take someone maybe on top of being obese and retarded, he's gay. The thought made me shudder inside, I felt my stomach get queasy and turn at the idea that this fat prick was checking me out. It was driving me insane not knowing for sure why Timothy was staring at me, but it was relentless even if this kid was not obese he's still ugly as sin, with his abundance of massive brown freckles and thick ratty looking curly red hair, not to mention he is but maybe four hairs away from having a unibrow, you couldn't help but feel bad for the poor bastard. I studied his stare for a minute and decided if he did know something by now, surely he would have said something or maybe he is holding back to use it against me. I very much hoped this was the reason and not that he was gay and attracted to me. I turned my attention to the front of the class, hoping this cause him to look away as well, he was creeping me out none the less. I needed to keep an eye on him till I knew for sure why he was staring me down; if he does know something I may have a new project. I made it through the rest of the day and was headed to my truck when I saw Timothy sitting on my tailgate waiting for me, what would I do if he caused a scene? I rounded the back of my truck to confront him.

"Timothy get off my tailgate before you spring it and I can't close it, damnit what the hell do you want?"

"I want to speak to you Steven."

"Well I don't really know you, and I have nothing to say to you. So whatever you think you need to say just keep it to yourself and move your ass, I have places to go."