Just Another Missing Person Novels & Stories

“It’s just a rumor that’s been floating around in our circles for a while now. There isn’t anything to corroborate it, so Elodie didn’t want to start making claims and getting people worried for nothing.” “I just want to find Eliza,” she assured him. With a sigh, Reyes relented. “There have been talks of a rise in missing person’s cases,” he told her. “Just here and there, people have up and vanished into thin air. Problem is that they usually come from communities like ours, outsiders with murky pasts and a lot of personal issues. And since no one’s been able to link the disappearances together, much less find out what’s been happening to the missing….”

I thought about all this information and how my close friend was alone, in a dark alleyway in a concrete jungle, not knowing where to turn and no friendly face for miles. “Have you called the cops?” I was getting desperate and I was grasping at straws out in the country when someone got lost. We didn't bother calling any cops. Those who turned up missing more often than not ran away on their own will or were usually lost in their own corn maze. This was a new city. It's necessary that we call the cops even if it's not 24hrs yet. We could still report a missing person. “You need to spend more time in that mind palace, Sherlock!” Emma screamed.

Is like they disappeared into thin air. ''Breaking news. We are sorry to interrupt the current show, but we have an important announcement to make. The citizen, Cheryl Parker, has been reported missing this morning by her parents. This is the photo of the missing girl. To everyone who knows something about her disappearance, please call the police. '' the TV screen goes black for a few seconds before the show continues. Goosebumps are now covering my whole body. This is the fifth person who has been reported missing. And I don't think this is a coincidence anymore. Something is happening.

“Didn't mean to connect it at first but his name came up in a case from a few months back.” A case? My jaw tightened. “What kind of case?” This time, the pause was much heavier. “Missing person.” The words hit differently. Not loud, but it was heavy enough to shift something inside me. “Who?” I asked. “A girl.” Lucas replied. “She was in her early twenties, no sign of forced entry and no clear suspects, just… gone. The last place she was seen, was near his area. He's a suspect.” My stomach dropped slightly, a quiet unease spreading through me as pieces I hadn't fully acknowledged before began to settle into place.

Jay nodded "Truth is, that wasn't the first case. Underneath that face of it being a girl, so many others have gone missing before that but it's never been taken up. Now, It's not in my expertise to look into stuffs like that, the cops handle that. But then my boys found out something. Now, I might get in trouble with Will for telling you this, so I can't tell you." Zayn watched Jay look away and he wondered if his legs were being pulled at the moment. "You shouldn't have brought it up if you weren't going to tell me." "Of course I'm not telling you. I won't tell you that the person who had driven Will into the corner nine years ago had gone missing for five years and was later found dead, h

Our field of work took us down alleyways, dangerous paths, sometimes within the eyeshot of people that didn't want us there. Lucy's pulse began to hammer against her throat. Excitement accelerated her breath. I smiled, loving the way her wide eyes lit up when something interested her. "Listen to this," Lucy started, her breathing deep. "There's apparently a missing persons case going on in this small town. Northpass, England." "England? That's a long plane ride, baby." She drew away from me, standing up. Her feet tapped, and she couldn't sit still. "I'm not done," Lucy interrupted. "There have been three people reported missing so far. The local reporters won't touch this story because of th

And that says a lot. Funny how the things that used to help don't even register anymore. Then again, strange isn't exactly new to me. Take the missing funds, for instance. We still haven't traced the account siphoning money from both the pack treasury and the company. Every day, it's something new-small, easy to miss, but consistent enough to be intentional. Someone's playing the long game. Someone close. Then there's the girl. Seven years old. Vanished from a mall just beyond our borders. Werewolf. The security footage caught a blurry figure nearby-no scent, no face. No leads. No demands. Just a void.

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."

But when the sun falls, the moon turns to an ice sphere and once the wind blows, their hands would go numb and red from the cold. Ember reached the gate of Miss Grace’s house. She turned her head to see where the other end of the street leads and she knew it leads to hell. Jolly Road is hell. Ember wasn’t quite shocked when she received the address, being this close to Jolly Road would mean that you have chosen to get close with Satan’s angels. Miss Nella Jeggins is the tenth missing person reported to the police department 7 and out of those ten missing persons… all had different endings. Poisoned, drowned, hang, and even burnt – all said to be suicide.

I said to him. “I’ll give it to you if you let me go,” he said. “If you ever set foot in Illinois again I’ll end you,” I said to him and he nodded. “Sam, take JD up to the guest bathroom, give him clean clothes, get an unmarked vehicle ready for him and show him to my office when he’s done,” I said and left the basement once again. I waited in my office for an hour when Rylee came to find me. I had done a preliminary search on missing persons state by state and had sorted them by age and then by features. The predominant group was girls between fourteen and seventeen with blonde hair and blue eyes.