Mount Shasta Disappearances Novels & Stories

"That avalanche in Alaska... I remembered your hotel was right in the middle of the red zone. Those five days you went missing? That wasn't a signal problem. Something happened to you, didn't it?" I opened my mouth to deny it, but Trista cut me off instantly. "Don't even try it. An avalanche in a sub-zero wilderness? You wouldn't have just been 'stuck indoors.' You didn't fly all that way just to sit in a lobby. You were out there, and you got caught in it, didn't you?" The words were barely out before the tears started falling again. I finally let out a long sigh and patted her shoulder. "Look, I'm alive, aren't I? They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. My luck is bound to turn

"Well that was them, you know I'm a responsible person and I have experience in this terrain, I know these paths, its perfectly safe" "You DONT know the mountains, Not really" Lydia's tone dropped almost to a whisper, Eden almost had to strain her ears to catch exactly what she was saying, fear caressing her words "It isn't just mountaineering accidents and bumps and broken bones like a usual hiking trail. There are... stories. People have been vanishing, without a trace for years in that place. Only a few have come back, and they're, well they're different, not the same people they were when they went.. The things people have said they've experienced there, Shadows of people hiding behind t

Larissa had been holding onto a sliver of hope, but hearing Ambrose's words, she couldn't help but ask, "Is Birdie really missing? Where did she disappear?" Ambrose's gaze darkened as he responded, "Birdie's phone signal disappeared near Mt. Nine Peaks. We still don't know what happened to her." Larissa quickly decided. "I'm going to Mt. Nine Peaks with Vince." Hearing this, Ambrose's brows furrowed slightly. "I'll accompany you."

Lila's pov Silas Steele had disappeared six years ago. Officially, he was dead. According to every surviving record Garrett managed to uncover, he’d been listed among the casualties after the massacre. Another elder lost during the hunters’ attack. But dead men didn’t leave financial trails. And they definitely didn’t keep receiving payments. The evidence hidden beneath the ruins changed everything. For the next week, the team followed every lead Silas had left behind. Bank transfers. False identities. Human contacts.

They took a plane from lost peak, Montana to concord, North Carolina. She thought about the new life and new people she would meet. She couldn’t wait to get off the plane. She stole glances at Garrett. She had thousands of questions to ask him. But she knows for sure that he wouldn’t give her any response so she decides to hold her peace. ********** The search party organized by agent Jacob books carried out the search in the forest. The forest was ransacked but there was no glimpse of Sheila anywhere. They lost one of their members to a strange creature who had attacked them.

And now, they had led Cynthia to go missing. “No!” I screamed suddenly, my voice breaking through the night air. Panic surged through me like a knife twisting in my stomach. A memory assaulted me. One of the true crime stories I had once seen on YouTube. Anderson Smiles, a young woman from Seattle, who had suddenly vanished. The next time police saw her, she was lying dead by a riverbank, her body robbed of life and innocence. Her organs had been harvested. Her eyes carved away. The serial killer who had taken her did things so vile, so unspeakable, that my body shivered just recalling it. My bones felt as though ice water had seeped into them.

I say, raising my voice. He lets out a sigh, “Okay, let me fetch the file and then I’ll tell you what I found.” Two minutes goes by and then he’s back on the phone. “Says here she disappeared in April 2003 at the age of nine in a skiing accident in Colorado,” he reads. “I know that. I need to know why there was basically no news coverage after her disappearance. Why weren’t there any follow up stories or even police investigations?” I ask. I hear him turning pages.

"Three identity cards, all female. Also their luggage and Hale Summer's diary. Hale Summer was the deceased in the first glass tank. According to the diary, three of them were supposed to go to work, but they were deceived by Jae Chyl to go to the castle and had suffered from all kinds of inhumane treatment there. The public claimed to occasionally hear women's voices, it was probably them. The other two males were the missing teenagers. According to their bone growth, they died at the age of 18, which is the age they were reported missing. The murderers were Jae Chyl, Zion Chyl, and Zackery Chyl." "How many years have they been missing?" Benjamin asked. "25 years," Mr. Cher replied. "Oh my

Ximena looked out the window, missing the flicker of satisfaction in Zora’s eyes. The moment Zora heard the confirmation, her sorrow disappeared. Finally—karma. Caitlin had played dirty at the awards show, and now look at her. Gone. Kidnapped. She couldn’t help but smile. Maybe the kidnappers would just kill her and be done with it. Another day and night passed. Still no progress. Every possible lead was chased down. Surveillance footage from the night of the disappearance had been reexamined multiple times—nothing useful. The most likely route out remained the mountain slope where the crash had been staged. But even after canvassing every nearby household, not a single witness had seen anyt

I answer. “There’s not much to go on, witness statements are all the same—no one saw or heard anything. There’s never any evidence left on the scene.” Anders states. We continue going through the file to find that in the last six months, more than fifty children have gone missing within the state, but Northern California seems to be their main target. After finishing up our run-through of the case, we all head to our respective houses to pack for our flight the following morning. This will be the first time I’ll be going home in almost a decade.