When we left the police station that night we were bouncing off the walls trying to resist the urge to search the forest ourselves. The officer we had first met with, Officer Chang, had said that while it's hard to sit and wait, it's best to leave the searching to the professional search-and-rescue teams, especially if there's a dangerous animal on the loose.
What he'd said made sense, even if it was near impossible to execute. I sat at the window and stared out towards the forest. I was unable to be useful in the search, but I couldn't continue my life the way it was before. I wouldn't even know how to continue my life without Henry. My life. It's so strange to write that when in the last 18 years, it's always been our lives.
In the days following, we had no good news of Henry's disappearance. Schools were closed the whole week, in case whatever took Henry decided that it wanted to munch on some second graders. Kids and pets everywhere were warned to stay inside, so we could only let Cookie out a few feet when she needed to go outside. Around day three, Officer Chang came by to break the news that, with Henry being gone for so long, we need to prepare ourselves for the worst. It was hard to hear, but he wasn't telling me anything I wasn't already thinking. My brother's not coming home...
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My Brother's Not Coming Home
HorrorIt's been a month since my twin brother's death and I need to get some fresh air, so tonight's the perfect night to start walking our dog again. Or so I thought... Disclaimer: this is a scary story; if you do not like scary stories, do not read thi...
