A scream in the night

En spenningshistorie med en forsvinning og en mystisk barnestemme.

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2008.11.25

”Eric!” I yelled. I couldn’t see my hand in front of me. It was to dark. “Are you playing with me?” I laughed. Maybe he was joking. Playing hide and seek. I took my cell phone and tried to lighten up the room. It helped a little, but not much. There it was again, but much louder and clearer than before. It was a scream for help from a little child. I got goose bumps all over my body and I started to cold sweat. If only Eric was here. I looked up his number and tried to call him. The vibration of his phone came from the room beside me. I went in, but all I fond was the little metal lump lying there, screaming for someone to pick it up. I was worried. Where could he be?

 

I and my boyfriend, Eric, were on our daily tour in the park. We were not exactly sweethearts, but almost. I loved him with all my heart, and I was so glad that he nearly was mine. He took my hand and stroked it with his little finger as we sat down on a red painted bench underneath a beautiful three with white flowers on. “You know I love you?” He asked and looked at me with gorgeous brown eyes. “Yes, I do. But I love you more” I teased. I licked my tongue to him. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. I blushed. This was the moment I had been waiting for, it was perfect. The sunset that reflected in the water, the colorful leafs that covered the ground and pretty bird singing for us. He placed his arm over my shoulder so I could lean my head to his chest.

 

“Help me!” someone yelled. The scream was followed by a weak but a disturbing sound. It came from the white forsaken house right outside the park. “Let’s go and check it out.” I suggested. The house was dirty and worn out. Almost every window was broken, and the scary trees hang over the roof and down the walls. It was dark outside now. The curtains hang out the windows, and flapped in the wind. Someone cried from inside the house. We went in to check it out. We came in to a big, dark hall. A flaming torch was tent in the end of the room. It lightened up the stairs. We walked up to the next floor, and looked everywhere, but no child to see. “If we split up, and met outside in a few minutes, maybe we’ll find the child in time.” He said worried. “In time for what?” I asked scared. “I don’t know. But you’ll have to be prepared for everything” He said and walked down the stairs again. I looked in every room on the floor, but didn’t find anything. Ten minutes have past and I went outside to meet Eric. My heart took a big jump when I saw that he wasn’t there. I went inside to find him.

 

I was in the house the whole night looking for him. But he was gone. The mystery of where Eric went, and who the little child was, is and will be unknown.

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