Chapter 1
I slowly came back to reality as I read the date on the letter. Monday October 3rd, that was today!
“We need to go to the old warehouse, immediately,” I told Jeff who was still standing in exactly the same place as he had upon entering the room. He slowly turned his head and looked at me his face showing confusion and surprise.
“Why-y? Why would this happen again.” He stammered but, I cut him off quickly ordering him to snap out of it and to pull the car out of the garage. “Fine.” Jeff said sharply and stalked out of the room, clearly annoyed with my demand. I could understand that under normal circumstances when a bomb like this has been dropped many parents go into shock. But we had no time for that, and it helped we had been through somthing like this before. We needed to find and help Anna. The ride was stiff and silent. We were both stricken with nerves, and not really in the mood to chat.
I looked out onto the beach and smiled. There was my little girl, Anna, all grown up now I suppose. She saw me staring waved and shouted hello. Then she turned back to her group of friends apparently enthralled in the conversation. She was 16 now and I could so easily remember when she was only a toddler pudgy, small, and adorable.
As I climbed out of the car I remembered that day it was just last week, and I had thought Anna was the happiest girl on the planet. I was clearly wrong. I sprinted up to the large, metal door leading into what seemed to be a terrible scene. I paused before I burst in to that old warehouse and recalled the first time Jeff, Anna, Tim (my son), I had been there.
My family and I had been walking to the car when Tim, just took off running into the small woodsy area. I could understand why, I mean he was only three and had been walking for what, 10 minutes?
Anna screamed “TIM! IM GONNA GET YOU!!!,” and ran off after him. “Anna, come back here,” Jeff said as he jogged off to get our screaming children. I smiled as I walked towards all the chaos. When I finally reached them, they were standing in front of what looked like a small, old, forgotten, warehouse. “Well, well what did we find here?” I asked Tim who was standing there bug-eyed and excited. Jeff smashed open the rusted padlock that had locked the door. We cautiously went inside and slowly began to look around. This place was old with a capitol O. I mean there was a good inch of dust covering everything. No matter what you touched you got a cloud of dust and a good cough. Jeff called me over after finding a red and blue quilt. We spread it out on the middle of the floor and watched as our children ran around, coughing, and exploring. I leaned back onto Jeff’s chest and closed my eyes, happy.
I smiled at the memory and opened the door. I stumbled backwards in shock. Jeff ran in to find me hyperventilating, and Anna. His eyes widened and he pulled out his phone and called 911. “Yes, it’s my daughter, sh-she-she’s in an old warehouse off 34th, yes, that’s the place. We need an ambulance immediately. “His voice died out as he jogged to her trying to untie the knot. I stared at I saw Anna swinging from the rafters, a noose around her neck.
