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Author: papaya-mafia
Fiction Rated: T - English - Suspense/Mystery - Reviews: 3 - Published: 06-18-07 - Updated: 12-16-07 - id:2378397

The Vanishings”

A Thriller By E.M.S.

Summary: “A group of seven high school students find themselves in detention just one month shy of school being out. Yet under the cover of what seems to be a typical school and a typical detention looms a much more ominous threat. A vindictive killer begins to leave a string of vanishing victims in his wake as the seven students are picked off one by one. High school senior Janice Edger, who finds herself in the middle of it all, knows that something is terribly wrong beneath the blood that begins to pool in the hallways. Led through a serious of bizarre sights and mind boggling theories Janice, along with six other students and a teacher, wonder who could be the next victim . . . or killer.”

Prologue

There are two things everybody has to find out for themselves. They have to find out about love and they have to find out about living. Now love is like the sea. It’s a moving thing and it’s different upon every shore. And living . . . well, I had just come back from burying the dead.

It was an unexplainable thing that happened. Strange. Bizarre. I don’t know if I will ever be able to go back to my old life. Everything just seems so futile now. So wasted. So . . . unimportant.

I watch the kids mingle around school. There is a girl secretly smoking by the small set of outdoor lockers. If you ever want to know where Sara is just go to the lockers. To my left is Crissy practicing her cheerleading routine with the rest of the team. Back to her same old self. Over there under the stairs is Henry, probably getting high and making fun of under classmen with his pals. Jefferson and Bonnie lean hand in hand against the wall; the aggravated goth couple who have mysteriously disappeared numerous times. And then there’s Dylan. His lack of presence feels strange, creepy even. It’s almost as if no one seems to notice he’s gone.

Of course these people are all different now. I know they don’t remember what happened, but I do know that somewhere deep inside them are the memories of the horror that only took place two days earlier.

The horror of Mills-Creek High. It all went down in these halls.

The very halls that were blood soaked 48 hours ago.

The halls that deny my very existence.



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