Missing
People have been going missing. Our village is in a panic. Night is so quiet that you can hear the people in the house next door whimpering, which by the way just makes you more scared. Our village is about four and a half hours from the nearest tar road not town, road. Although there are many people living here we know we are far away from any outside help. Last week it was my friend’s mum that went missing, before that it was our neighbour’s daughter Sandra who was only sixteen. The ghost has taken many. Most people have had a family member taken, but my family have strangely remained a whole or as whole as it was before the kidnappings. Our family consist of my Mother, Me and three years ago my Se`ntel Bercl`erou, which means that we were made for each other a perfect match, Blaine Conner. He died in a car accident three years ago on the way to town. Father was an evil man whose sins finally caught up to him just after I was born. So our house is still whole. One person is taken each month this has been going on for the last three years which is thirty-six months, thirty-six people taken from our town. The forests have been searched for any remains, nothing has been found. This month a kidnapping has yet to take place and everyone is holding their breath.
The moon is full hanging low above the tree tops so light it could be an over cast day. Everyone has boarded up their houses and locked their doors although we know it will do nothing against this supernatural being. My sheets are freshly cleaned and my hair is still slightly damp. I should be asleep now but I can’t there’s something in here. Every time I close my eyes it moves flicking the light against my lids and I pop my eyes back open, showing me the world empty of anything but me and Yogi my little dog sleeping on the end of my bed. Again the light flickers over my eyelids and I try to open my eyes but they’re stuck, screaming was also useless, as I can’t open my mouth. I feel as though I’m being lifted and Yogi makes a small rumbling sound telling me he feels it to. Suddenly I feel my hair drifting back in a wind and a shiver runs through me. It feels like I’m running though I know I’m not moving my legs. I think I’m flying actually flying and I should be happy but I’m just terrified. Finally the ground comes up to greet me. I’m lying on itchy straw. Yogi comes over and licks my face, so I can open my eyes. I don’t saving a few more seconds of happiness. The ghost had finally broken our family.
I must be dreaming I can hear his voice, his sweet as honey voice. Nope it must have killed me cause now Blaine’s coaxing me to open my eyes. Slowly with much effort I pull my eyelids up and… I can see him, after all this time I jump and run to him but he steps away holding up his hands. “ What’s wrong?” I inquire. “Nothing it’s just your alive and. . . I’m dead.” His voice is awkward. My world seems to suck out again and I collapse in a pile at his feet. Blaine drops to help me but remembers before his hands fall through me not to touch. My voice is weak and tired “but I love you!” Tears prick behind my eyes and then I remember the story’s we were told as kids.
Once as the sun was setting, a man walked slowly towards a cottage in his hand he held a yowling grey kitten. The cottage was sitting in the middle of a tall forest, the man was weeping. Lost was the man although purposefully. He had gotten lost to find the witch who lived in the cottage. The kitten was hers , his Se`ntel Bercl`erou and the witch would bring her back to life. Trailing behind the weeping man was she, in a tattered white dress flying out in a wind that didn’t exist. The weeping man had found her and the witch would bring her back to life.
“We have to go get lost. We have to find the witch.” I exclaim urgently. Laughing “Oh Kessie but we are. Why else would I have bought along Yogi, for once was he not mine? She will soon be ready and then you can greet me back to the land of the living.”
Out of the cottage walks a woman holding a flickering candle. Her aged face was beautiful even with the soft creases cascading down it. She smiled at me and hauled me to my feet surprising me with her strength. She kneelt down by Yogi’s side and pressed a hand to his heart.
She caught him mid fall and I let out a whimper Yogi was my saviour throughout Blains death, I would not have made it without him by my side. Looking over at Blaine I saw she was doing the same to him. I was still as he dropped, but my scream was deafening. I could not lose him again. “ Hush dear he will awaken in a minute and a path will show you to your town.”
With that she stood and went back to her cottage. As she had promised they both woke in minutes together we went home. Surrounded by our all the ones Blain had kidnapped because he could not find me, we looked quiet a sight. Celebrations went on till long after dawn and the story of our love lived on forever.
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