Just Another Missing Person Novels & Stories

Seeing the cold sweat covering my forehead, Mindy immediately decided to transfer me to another hospital for a full examination. Once the pain eased, I finally had enough strength to talk to her. Mindy had been Nancy's and my childhood rival. The three of us grew up together, but we had never gotten along. Everything changed when she was eight years old. She was kidnapped by human traffickers. I remembered the license plate of their vehicle and ran to warn the Jones family. Because of that, the police found her in time and rescued her.

“Only a first name. Elera. No last name. No ID. The girl said she was from out of state, maybe New York, but Marlene thinks that was a lie. She described her as… fragile. Like she was running from something. Or someone.” Elera. My mother’s name might have been Elera. Or she might have picked it because it was close to Elowen. The thought made my chest ache in a way I couldn’t name. “Declan’s going to visit her in person tomorrow with photos from that era, see if anything else jogs her memory,” Kian continued. “Reina’s cross-checking missing persons reports and hospital Jane Does from December ’89 through January ’90 for anyone matching the description.”

What's worse is that mortal laws and regulations are so fucked that there's nothing they can do because she has only been missing for an hour or so. Apparently, a college student won't even be considered a missing person unless it's been more than twenty-four hours. It doesn't matter that her bag and phone are here without her. It doesn't matter that there's absolutely no sign of her. Because no one saw her be abducted, she may not “actually” be missing. Fucking idiots. As much as I want to beat the two officers to a pulp, I know it's not their fault the system is flawed. I just try to keep my shit together until they’re gone.

Some of the things in the house is already rotten, fruits and food in pans which means it's been a while since she's been missing. He decided to go to the police station to register her as a missing person. As he waited in line, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Something must certainly, have happened to her because she won't just up and leave. "Can I help you?" the officer at the desk asked. "Yes, I need to report a missing person," Alex replied. "My ex... friend Danielle. She's been gone for days, and I can't reach her." The officer nodded sympathetically. "Let's get the details. I'm Detective James."

Then— Adrianna frowned immediately. “Ugh, seriously? This is the third one in just one hour.” She said to no one in particular. She picked up a slice of apple and sunk into it. She tried to reach for the remote and change the channel but before she could do that, the tone of the advertisement changed. They were displaying images of a missing person. She didn’t quite recognize the person but the name. That name sounded familiar. It sounded very very familiar. SCARLETT GRACE STONE, LAST SEEN AT AURIEE. ANY USEFUL INFORMATION WILL BE APPRECIATED. IF YOU HAVE ANY, REPORT TO THE NEAREST POLICE STATION.

“I didn’t mean anything. I just saw it by accident.” She responded with a brief sound and closed the page. “But the missing person notice is really strange.” The boy continued. “Usually, people searching for someone list all kinds of information. They practically want to write down every mole on the person’s body. Why is there only a simple notice here?” Natalie’s eyes lit up. A thought flashed through her mind. Indeed, how could a missing person notice contain only news and no details? With just a ‘lost sister’ mentioned, who could find her?

My silence already did more than responding. As I finally finished for the day and taking the victory walk back to my apartment late that evening, it was just a tiny room I had managed to rent above a bookstore, owned by a funny old man, I noticed something strange pinned to the billboard. It looked more like an advert as it came with colorful paper. One them did justice in catching my attention. "Missing Person: Anne Robson." My heart escaped a beat, almost jumping into my stomach. A thought crossed my mind. This must be the same way they are looking for me back home, especially Mo.

Never encourage me to make friends. I sneaked into their room and turned the television on. My mouth agape open when the current news they were discussing was a picture of a lady in a crowd. “…right, partner. Miss Athijha has gone missing for a year now. Let's hope that she's not a doppelgänger but the real one.” The reporter laughed. “Argh, I miss seeing Miss Athijha on the magazines…” All I could hear are my heartbeats. That was me. That photo was captured yesterday, when I was out to find a job. I bowed my head.

It’s the first weekend in October and this trip will be the reset button after busting our ass all year. As we back out of the driveway, we wave to our neighbor Jack. His wife had gone on a run one morning—about a week ago—and never came back. He filed a missing person report and they've been looking for her ever since. I can't imagine what had happened to her.

With the money he stole from the security guard the other night, Joe and Kurt were able to pay to use some computers in a cyber cafe that they went to. They sat by the transparent glass window, logged in to the systems and began going through the catalogues, trying to find anything about a missing child from seventeen years ago, or records of orphanages in Boston. After two hours of searching, they couldn't find anything at all. "This is so frustrating! It's almost like I was dropped off at the orphanage by aliens who went back to their planet. There's nothing at all, Kurt." Joe said in annoyance. "Let's just keep searching," Kurt said, "We'll find something, I know it."