Vanishing Hitchhiker Novels & Stories

Then immediately looked nervous. Very nervous. The mysterious man said something. Vanessa shook her head. Hope stepped between them. Arguing. Defending someone. That looked like Hope. Always helping. Always protecting. The footage suddenly glitched. Then skipped forward. Thirty-seven minutes. Everyone stared. "What happened?" Selena whispered. The missing time terrified her. Thirty-seven minutes gone. Completely erased. When the footage resumed— the parking garage was empty. Hope was gone. Vanessa was gone. The man was gone.

The night stretched on without peace. The house was quiet, but the silence didn’t feel calm. It felt heavy — like something terrible was hanging in the air. In Alessandro’s study, the lights were still on. He sat behind his desk, his phone pressed to his ear, listening to one of his men. “Boss,” the voice on the other end said, “we’ve searched every camera near the highway. The van disappeared. They switched routes before our men could follow.” Alessandro’s jaw tightened. “What about the witnesses at the mall?”

“Because deep down… you already know what you are.” Vivian’s voice dropped. “And what’s that?” Katherina’s gaze didn’t waver. “Someone who already lost… and is just too angry to admit it.” FAVINO PENTHOUSE – SAME TIME Amelia sat behind her desk, flipping through a thick file. Reports. Updates. Dead ends. Everything from Viktor Santos said the same thing—no trace of Vivian. No trace of Harrison. No trace of Katherina. It was like they had disappeared into thin air.

"Let's go go get our men back." We moved out into the rain, slipping into the back of a nondescript work van Adam had "borrowed" from a neighbor. As we drove toward the industrial wasteland of Cicero, I felt the shift. The "Foundation of Silence" was truly dead. The van lurked in the shadow of a rusted grain elevator, the engine idling with a low, gutteral thrum that felt like a heartbeat against my ribs. On my screen, two blue dots—the Valenti vans—were crawling toward the rail spur, believing they were on a clear path to the interstate. They were blind, led by a digital ghost I had created.

We each shifted into our wolves splitting up into groups meaning we could search more areas in a quicker time. Just past the lake there was a fork in the road, I took three wolves and went down the middle while Carl took another three and went the other way. We followed our path for half an hour when we finally found an abandoned royal blue transit van. Using Haze’s strength he ripped the back door off its hinges. The sight of the inside of the van sent a blazing heat of rage coursing through my veins. Silver chains attached to the side wall with blood dried onto them. Haze took a sniff confirming it was indeed Angels blood. “That bastard cuffed her with silver”

My son was gone with Vane. I had nothing. Except the monster. I put on the coat. "I'm coming," I said. I walked toward the helicopter. The Spy was dead. The Handler was born. And we were going to the Pits.

Just a week before New Year's Eve, he incurred a massive debt of 300 thousand dollars. "We have reason to believe that Howard's disappearance was to create confusion while putting on a show alongside Zane and Timothy." Finally, the cold, hard truth was being revealed little by little before everyone. There were no innocent victims or sincere brotherhood, just three people who became entangled with one another because of their own secrets and gains.

“You go first.” Haden set his glass down. “We’ve had two more disappearances on the Valley borders. Not deaths. Disappearances. Patrol pair split to chase a signal. The second comes back alone, swears the first just… walked into fog and did not walk back out. No blood. No struggle. Nothing. I left Adrian’s last mesh at the south ridge and it picked up static at the minute mark both times.” Keiral’s head came up. “Minute mark from what.”

The ceremony had been held here, so this was the place! I poured every ounce of strength into a sprint toward the spring. Lydia's growls grew louder as she accelerated. "No! Not the spring!" She failed to stop me. I leapt over the last barrier and reached the rocks beside the spring. Lifting the crystal vial high, I was ready to smash it to the ground. Suddenly, Lydia lunged at me, knocking me over. The vial slipped from my grasp, rolling into the spring. For a heartbeat, we both froze, staring at it.

“I know the Bouchards and they are nothing but corny ass blood sucers to get rmore wealthy” “What do you mean, I finally turn to him.” “Come with me, I want to show you something.” He says as he gets to his feet. I shouldn’t trust him, I barely know who he is, but this is the first time someone has ever thought the same way about my father’s death, not even my mother has ever said that. What if he knows something I don’t, what if he knows the killer? Will took me past the event hall, the rest place is filled with tall trees, with dim light, and it feels lowkey creepy.