Just Another Missing Person Novels & Stories

"Don't tell me to calm down! My wife is missing!" Another officer walks over. Older. Grey hair. Badge that says Captain Morrison. "What's the problem here?" The desk sergeant explains. Morrison listens. Nods. Then he looks at me. "Mr...?" "Walker. Jeffrey Walker." "Mr. Walker, I understand you're upset. But Officer Jensen is right. We can't file a report this early. Most missing persons cases resolve themselves within hours." "And what about the ones that don't? What about the women who disappear and by the time anyone takes it seriously, it's too late?"

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.

"It's going to be dangerous, yes. We are scared, yes. But we aren't staying." She turned back to the screen, showing no signs of backing out as she read through the rest of the information that popped up on Bryan's screen. "According to the news articles, they are mostly written off as runaways and missing persons." She mumbled. "But how could anyone ignore something like this? It may be a rural village, but there are a couple of towns at least an hour away. Couldn't any one of them have sent police officers to help?" Bryan sighed, his words laced with disappointment.

Jeremy Rogers cuts me off, a tired and impatient tone, “But like what I have told your secretary, we can’t register a missing case just because a grown-up doesn’t answer their phone for a few hours.” Adrian glances at me sideways, a taunting smirk crawls onto his lips when he reads my frown. Under my glare, he pulls out his phone, dials a number, and instantly the blue light on his earbuds flashes. He is calling someone. “Mr. Knight, I’m sorry but I need to go,” Jeremy says on my phone, “you can register a missing persons case in 36 hours with any of our stations if Miss Fuller still doesn’t answer her phone, okay? A more likely case is that they are with friends or relatives though, from wh

I paused and inhaled sharply. “According to the data that we received from all the sources, more than five hundred people have been missing in the past six months. This is a big number. It’s not necessary that it’s our target who kidnapped them because there are other organizations too. Still, this is what is in the records. We can’t imagine the unrecorded numbers.” Nathan continued after me with a serious expression. “You said that your uncle updated their system from time to time. Is there any information about them on their system?” Nolan asked him and I looked at him questioningly.

Larissa asked. “Something about these teens also going missing at the same time. Ann was searching about traveling with minors without their parents, and Drew had a few questionable searches about sex cults in like Utah or something. I didn’t get all the details, but they asked if I knew or had heard either one of them talking about either thing. I had heard Ann say something about those poor women or something to that effect before.” Gabe said as he smiled, and his eyes crinkled slightly. “So, at least they are grouping the missing people together now.” “Well, and the fact you have video evidence of you being clear for their disappearance.” She said. “So do I.”

Justin expressed, his urgency palpable in his voice. I understood his apprehension, for there had been a concerning number of people disappearing lately. Typically, these cases were explained away as runaways or individuals escaping their circumstances. Those who went missing were often individuals unlikely to be missed or those previously accused of crimes. I recalled hearing Harper once mention that the volume of disappearances seemed too significant to be a mere coincidence. Could this be the underlying cause?

It hadn’t been easy the first time and it would only get worse from there. “Whatever you do, Machine, I am with you.” Jess whispered, knowing that he needed those words of encouragement in that moment. “Well, I heard from Spencer.” Dex yawned, filling his cup of coffee as Margo and Kane entered the room. “What did he find?” Margo yawned, grabbing two coffee cups. “Well, the list is full of missing persons, from children all the way to young adults, ranging from the ages of eighteen to twenty nine.” “And the man?” She asked.

The picture was also dated over a decade before, just before the report had been filed. “Layla’s mother has no information in the city’s database except when she was reported missing. No birth certificate, no school transcripts, no employment history,” Dylan answered as he started to pick up all the papers. “She was like a ghost.” “Not everyone in the city is in the system. A lot of people move to Wolfdale to disappear.”

I took a slow breath and looked at the receptionist. “I need access to your surveillance footage from that period.” She hesitated. “I’m afraid we’ll need to get approval from the manager.” “Please do.” “And we may also need police authorization.” “My best friend is missing.” I cut her off, my voice steady, though my hands were shaking. “It’s been a month. There’s no sign of her, alive or dead. Your hotel may be one of the last places she was seen. Do you really think your manager won’t cooperate?”