Mount Shasta Disappearances Novels & Stories

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

"The document is for you. Sign it, and I'll spare your life. If you refuse, you'll both go over the edge." Conner remained on his knees, water still dripping all over his body. Floyd continued, "The rules are simple. Both of you will cross at the same time. The walkway is only about a foot wide, and it can't fit two people side by side. Whoever reaches the end first gets what they need. As for the other one…" He didn't finish his sentence, but his chilling murderous intent said it all. The moment Anisa heard "hemostatic medicine", a frantic will to survive flared in her gaze. She actually managed to pull herself up and drag her bleeding body toward the glass walkway step by step.

Are they still alive? -Anonymous user: Who knows. The police found nothing on the crime scene. There's no trace of violence or anything sort, and the police ruled out criminal involvement. Thick and heavy mist shrouded the camping ground, disrupted the sight of the surveillance camera. The bleak and foggy surroundings went on for an hour. After about an hour, the mist finally dispersed, but the area was barren of living souls. They, poof! Like a smoke, disappeared, as easy as that. And, the fact they went missing in the collage ground is quite alarming. -User B: What kind of sick phenomenal occurrence was that?! Is this what the people called, what the term-hah! Spirit away! Some mysterious

Leesa’s heart lightened at the no blood comment, but what she heard next did little to keep her mood up. “Lead Detective Tannis Conner has confirmed that no bodies have been found,” the reporter continued, “but that only heightens the mystery. Where did two capable adult men and their four children vanish to, leaving their car, tents and equipment behind? They were expected home Sunday night and have now been missing for four days.” The woman tucked a stray lock of raven hair behind her ear. “This is Teresa McMillan, reporting from the Berkshires.” The picture switched to two female anchors, who made sympathetic comments on the story and then segued to a commercial.

"What happened to him?" "Killed in a flash flood. We found a portal in the Superstition Mountains, Arizona. It took us to the gold rush era, and we went from there to the Monument Valley, riding with gunslingers for several days, spending a life full of wild west adventure. We got careless and spent the night in one of the slot canyons near Lee's Ferry. It's near the Utah border with the Colorado River flowing right next to it. I survived but he didn't, got swept away, and I couldn't find his body." "I'm really sorry about your loss. Is there any chance that he survived?"

ADAM VAUGH We were out two nights in a row, I look through the car window and is cloudy, a storm is coming. Afternoon falls, soon it will be almost three days that Samantha was kidnapped and we don’t have get a clue. I called my brothers and set up with Hunter and Kayden at our meeting point, we got in a diner near the road that goes to Mount Hood Meadows, one of the main ski resorts in the state of Oregon. I ordered three double coffees and Hunter and Kayden ordered a large rare porterhouse steak portion. Our wolves are on the surface, I can almost feel the pleasure of a deadly hunt, of feeling in my throat my prey getting destroyed in my mouth.

The kind of tragedies that happened in a city of four million people. "Authorities are investigating possible connections between the deaths," the anchor said, "but so far, police say there's no evidence of coordinated attacks. In other news, the FBI has announced they've closed their investigation into alleged human trafficking operations in Santa Barbara due to lack of evidence..." Victoria's compound raid had found nothing. She'd disappeared like smoke, leaving only empty rooms and confused low level employees who knew nothing. The FBI's witness, Nina Volkov, had recanted her testimony after receiving a mysterious deposit of half a million dollars in an offshore account.

I ask, though I already know the answer from his expression. "None. Once they're taken, they're gone." The call ends, leaving Harper and me in my kitchen staring at maps and reports that paint an increasingly grim picture. Maya is upstairs sleeping, blissfully unaware that her mother has become part of a pattern of organized disappearances targeting specific members of wolf communities. "It's not random," Harper says, studying the geographic distribution of missing persons reports. "Look at the timing—all of these disappearances happened within six weeks of documented dimensional anomalies in their areas."

I asked surprised. “Why wouldn’t I? Reasonable people would Ana.” I waited for him to explain. “Look, I aint saying this, just because I’m one of your friends, the moment Mr. Snitch revealed our destination. I did a little research on it. And I came across, few articles about that forest. One of the articles, which dated… approximately three years ago, said that an ancient tribal group named Kuwamish, who were very dangerously less in number, has decided to leave the forest, for some unknown reason. And exactly four months from that article another journal was released claiming that, the whole group has ceased to exist, and that none of them were alive anymore. They defended their theory, by

After a couple more hours of poring over articles, slugging Bawls energy drinks, and three trips to the rest room, I put together what I knew to bring me to the Waffle House off I-10 at Midnight. Even without the fingerprints, I knew that the hand belonged to Shannon Bates, but who could prove it. The federal authorities were never called in to assist. Nor were they called five years later for Judith Myers or five years after that when another coed went missing on Halloween and the nipples of presumably Myers were discovered on the kitchen counter in the off-campus apartment of the third victim, Simone Carpenter.