The Trail of the Missing

The Trail of the Missing

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Mystery
I’m in a field, a field full of fresh green grass. The sunshine fills my body with warmth and gives me comfort. The smell is wonderful. I sniff a beautiful violet rose and smile to myself. It is springtime and I am happy. The birds sing to me as I walk through the tall grass. Everything is perfect. I am singing. The birds echo me. They stop. I stop. I look around and feel scared. Where am I? I walk into cold air, dead trees, dried grass, gray skies, and animals that are vicious and afraid. The branches scrape against my face, leaving it bloody with scratches. I want to escape. I want to escape. I don’t want to stand here. Get me out of here. Get me out of here. Soon, he comes running, running to grab me. I feel myself slowing down. I turn around to find him there. I stop. I can’t move. I’m stuck. He catches me.
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IT lets go of me, my head hits the ground again, no sound echos this time. IT's mouth movies, but my ears ring, so I can't hear IT. Everything is blurry and movies too much. I can't focus on anything. IT looks at me, IT's eyes are all gray. IT smirks and stands all of the way up, towering over me. I pull myself up and wobble away from IT on unsteady feet. I look back to see IT laughing, watching me walk away. I can't hear her terrible laughter, and I don't want... to... I fall over, feeling woozy. My head spins and I sway as I try to stand. I look back again, to see that the fog has covered my path, and I can only see a couple of inches away from my face. I blow out air and fall over. * * * * 13 year old Colten, takes a shortcut through the field next to his house on his way home. But why can't he reach his destination?

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