Finding Maisie

Finding Maisie

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Mystery
When I was eight my best friend was taken. I was a witness. Ten years later Maisie had not been found and I could no longer remember her being snatched; my mind had blocked out the memory. I felt like all hope had gone on ever finding my best friend again until one night I recieved a mysterious message from someone called the abductor. They said they would lead me on a treasure hunt to find Maisie; dead or alive. When I first got the letter I had no idea of the danger of the abductor and the mystery into the disappearance. From clue to clue I looked for her. From danger to danger I fought for her. This is Finding Maisie.
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"That day at the park had been strange. I sat their alone with the sense of someone watching me swing on the swingset. My house was right down the street and my parents gave me a small cellphone to call them in case I ever needed. My neighborhood wasnt safe, lots of kids were stolen from this very park and some even killed while being held captive. Police never found the killer and legend has it the ghost of kids killed from this park will follow you home and kill you, making you suffer worse than they themselves did. They believed that If they couldnt be alive, no other kid should be too. Why I decided to go here alone? Reason unknown... Typical Me. Murders and any suspected kidnappings hadnt happened in years but who knew when they were bound to happen again? That was why I was running home. Alone, scared, and soaked in rain water. Even better my parents had left to a nearby market with a note on the door saying they'd be back soon." -JadaWesley copywright 2015

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