I was just standing there, totally stunned, in front of that ginormous door. And get this, the person facing me had the same look of shock! She was about to blurt something out of surprise, but her dainty hands quickly flew up to cover her mouth, stopping the words from slipping out. It was a pretty funny sight, like we were in some surprise contest or something. The astonishment held us both in this silly freeze-frame, caught between being amazed and wanting to mutter the first words to one another. Who would have thought that somebody was standing right behind the astoundingly huge door?.We stood there, locked in a moment of mutual surprise. The girl in the doorway was undeniably stunning. It was as if she had stepped right out of a movie screen; she possessed the allure of an actress, perhaps even a model. Her hair cascaded down to her waist, a luscious shade of caramel brown, with gentle curls halfway down its length. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of gray, resembled the clouds be

I finally rolled up to the nightclub for our supposed "meeting." And let me tell you, the place was far from the ideal spot for a sit-down discussion. I was serious about what I said, I swear. The whole place was so wild, as the name implied; of course. Anyone who had their first glance to it would directly think that this place was specifically designed for rave parties.. The lights that shone from inside looked like assortments of gummy worms. They kept on changing colors, all in accordance, to the beat of the music. The neon lights started to make me a tad dizzy, even though I have not even stepped inside yet. It shone so brightly that much of those lights seemed like they jumped directly onto the streets in front of the huge building..I thought it was going to be a much more decent night club. Nope, instead, it was filled with bunches of naked women. It was basically a sea of scantily clad ladies all over the joint. You could already see them from the entrance. Now, don't get m

I took a taxi so I could board the subway as soon as possible. I didn't know why but I had a bad feeling ever since I was cooking dinner for the Ludovico's family. It was an unusual feeling that I rarely felt before. I think I could sense something negative happening, but I don't know exactly what..As I hopped out of the taxi and hurried down the subway stairs, that uneasy feeling bugged me so much like a nagging itch you can't quite scratch. You know the one, right? The Ludovico's family dinner had been pleasant enough but it left me with a sense of uneasy feeling that I could not shake off..The subway platform was dimly lit, and the hum of arriving trains echoed in the distance. I found an empty bench and plopped down as I wait for the train to arrive. My mind racing as I tried to pinpoint the source of my unease..Whatever it was, I could not shake the feeling that something was about to go down, and it was not going to be good. My palms were clammy, and my heart raced as I kep

Before the whole abduction, life at the apartment with Amy had been a whirlwind of exciting activities. Amy's laughter, sometimes accompanied by the sound of joyous singing, almost always filled the air. But after that damned particular day, the atmosphere felt very heavy and sad. I found myself lingering in the living room, my phone in hand as I texted Noah. The apartment, once filled with life and excitement, now seemed unnervingly silent..As I sipped my tea, the warmth failed to chase away the chill that had settled in my heart. I could not help but wonder about Amy's whereabouts and safety. It was hard not to let the worry consume my thoughts, like a shadow lurking at the edge of my consciousness. The absence of my daughter's vibrant presence was a stark contrast to the lively environment we had both cherished..Meanwhile, Harrison had gone out to gather more information about Amy's abduction, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I was deep in contemplation, my face buried in palm

Harrison's POVI woke up today feeling lightheaded, my mind heavy from the night's restless hours spent scouring the internet for any lead, any tiny hint that could unravel the cryptic messages we had discovered in the cursed otter plush. The urgency gnawed at my every brain cell, propelling my fingers to rush across the keyboard as I opened numerous tabs, diving into the depths of the web in search of answers.News articles, forum discussions, investigative reports—all became my hunting grounds. I had to rule out the darkest possibilities. Nasty people abduct children for plenty of reasons, such as forcing bribes, or replacements for said people's dead children. Amongst all the reasons, there was one reason which I dreaded most. It was child trafficking. I prayed continuously that it was not the path that we had to tread. I could not even imagine it for one second.Frustration pushed me deeper, further, and I kept my focus on the screen, my heart a relentless metronome in the backgrou