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You wake up to sun shining through the curtains on your windows. You forgot to close the window last night and the summer breeze is rustling the fabric. You roll over to reach for your phone on the night stand next to the bed. The time is 10:30 am. SHIT. You overslept and are late for work. You work at a family owned bakery, and the bosses are your parents. Do you [[Jump out of bed and quickly throw on clothes]] or [[Leisurely get out of bed and get ready]]You fling yourself out of bed and throw on any clothes that are near you. You quickly put on shoes and are out the door with car keys in hand. Your mom is going to kill you for being late, <i>again</i>. You race over to the bakery, We Knead Dough, and park your car in the employee parking. You sneak into the back door, trying to not catch anyone’s eye to alarm them that you’re late. You go to grab your apron off the counter in the storage closet. As you exit you over hear your mom’s voice.
Do you [[eavesdrop on the conversation]] or [[continue getting ready, you are already late]]You shrug your shoulders and roll back over in your bed, it’s a family business, they will get over you being late again. Plus, it’s summer and you deserve to sleep in more.
Finally, you climb out of bed and get dressed, making sure to play with the dog before you grab the car keys and get moving. The car pulls up to the bakery, We Knead Dough, and you park in the employee parking spots. Not caring to be subtle about your lateness you swing open the front door and wave to your Dad. He is behind the counter making doughnuts. He gives you a stern look but doesn’t say anything. That’s odd.
You ask where mom is, and he says in the back but not to bother her. Do you [[bother her anyways]] or [[nod your head and go get your apron]]
Silently, you tip toe around the storage closest and inch closer to where your mom is speaking with someone on her cell phone. She sounds distort. You can hear the panic in her voice start to creep up as she gets louder and angrier with the person on the other line.
“Well just what am I suppose to tell Alex then. This is their best friend. They will notice that Logan is no longer able to hang out with them. They are going to ask questions, Rod. I can’t just keep quiet!” Your mom shouts into the phone, hastily covering her mouth and looking around to see if anyone heard what she said.
You are confused. Why are they talking about Logan? She was your best friend since childhood, and both of you are back home for the summer. What was wrong? [[Continue to eavesdrop on the conversation]]
You walk quickly past the storage closet and go to swing open the bakery door. Two words catch your attention, Logan and missing. Logan was your best friend since childhood, and both of you are back home for the summer.
What is happening to her? [[Continue to listen]]
Silently, you tip toe into the back room and inch closer to where your mom is speaking with someone on her cell phone. She sounds scared. You can hear the panic in her voice start to creep up as she gets louder and angrier with the person on the other line.
“Well just what am I suppose to tell Alex then. This is their best friend. They will notice that Logan is no longer able to hang out with them. They are going to ask questions, Rod. I can’t just keep quiet!” Your mom shouts into the phone, hastily covering her mouth and looking around to see if anyone heard what she said.
You are confused. Why are they talking about Logan? She was your best friend since childhood, and both of you are back home for the summer.
What was wrong? [[Continue to eavesdrop on the conversation]]
You understand that everyone has their bad days, and that your mom is not excluded. You make a mental note not to bother her for the rest of your shift, and probably at home too.
You walk to the back of the store to the storage closet where the aprons are kept. You swing open the door and grab one, tieing it on snugly around your waist and neck. As you leave the room you hear the faint voice of your mother speaking to someone on the phone. You cringe. There really wasn't a way to not over hear anything, the back room is tiny.
Walking swiftly, you try to dodge any conversation that might get you in trouble. As you make it to the door that leads you back into the store front, you here two things, <i> Logan </i>, and <i> missing </i>
[[Continue to listen]]“Logan is missing, Rod. This is a big deal. Alex isn’t dumb, they will find out soon enough. I won’t say anything because I know this is scary for you Rod. But please understand this is scary for all of us.” Your mom hangs up the phone and places it back into her apron pocket.
You are confused and need answers. [[Confront your mom about Logan]]
“Logan is missing, Rod. This is a big deal. Alex isn’t dumb, they will find out soon enough. I won’t say anything because I know this is scary for you Rod. But please understand this is scary for all of us.”
Your mom hangs up the phone and places it back into her apron pocket.
You are confused and need answers. [[Confront your mom about Logan]]
You confront your mom about what is happening with Logan. You deserve to know. Your mom sighs and looks at you with sad eyes.
“She went missing right after she came home for break. No one knows where she is. It’s going to be okay though, I’m sure the police will find her.” Your mom pulls you in for a long hug and sighs. She gives you one last look before going back into the store front of the bakery.
Your palms are sweaty and you just got a chill. Police rarely find missing people. Your best friend is probably already dead.[[You leave the bakery without another word to your parents]]
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<center> [[Waking Up]] </center>
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You are fighting back tears as you walk to your car. You swing open the doors and climb in, starting the engine and getting ready to head home. Before you put the car in reverse you hear your phone <i>ping</i> with a new text message. Do you [[answer the text]] or [[keep driving without check it]]
You put the car back into park and reach for your cell phone in the cup holder. The text reads:
<i>Come home for answers</i>
You gasp in shock. What does this mean? Should you drive home? Should you go back inside to tell your parents about it? The police? It could be harmless, but it’s from an unknown number. The phone <i>pings</i> again. Same number.
<i>I know where Logan is</i>
You drop your phone letting it fall onto your lap. You don’t understand what’s going on, or how this person could have answers. You aren’t going to let them not tell you any information about Logan. So you put the car in reverse and [[speed home]] hoping nothing too bad is waiting for you.
You aren’t in the mood to talk to anyone right now. You ignore your phone, putting your car into drive and peeling out of the parking lot. You just have to get home and figure things out, then you can find out the next step.
You pull up to your house and pull into the drive way. You go to walk up to the front door, but notice something strange. There is broken glass littering the front steps of your house. It could just be the neighborhood kids pulling pranks and throwing glass bottles.
You reach for the door knob and notice it’s unlocked. That's weird. You remembered locking it this morning. [[You push open the door]]
You pull into the drive way of your home.
You don’t notice anything unusual about anything around the house. You turn off the car and slink out of the driver’s side, closing the door slowly. You make sure to hunch down and semi crab walk your way over to the front door. You don’t want someone to see you if someone is waiting for you. You notice broken glass by the front door, but it looks like it’s from a bottle.
You think about the best way to get an advantage on anyone [[waiting]] for you.
The door swings open, slamming against the wall with the force of the push. You cringe, not meaning to have hit it that hard. The inside of the house is silent. You are holding your breath. You peer your head into the doorway and look around. Everything is fine.
You are just [[paranoid]]
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You walk up into your room and set down your things. The wind picks up and rustles the fabric of the curtains again. You forgot you left your window open this morning. You go to close it when you feel a chill in the air. Your hand in over the window frame, yet you hesitate. You don’t notice that you are holding your breath. Seconds pass.
You hear the footsteps.
You hear them picking up speed. Yet, you are frozen. You go to scream and nothing comes out.
Hands are around your mouth as the scream finally bubbles up in your throat. Your hands reflexively grab the arms wrapped around you that are ripping you from your room.
[[Your mind is trying to figure out what to do]]
You crawl at the arms surrounding you, trying to scream to make the neighbors hear or anyone outside. The person is dragging you from your bedroom and down the stairs.
“You were too easy to get to. I sent you a warning text. I guess you just didn’t care. Logan will finally have company now.”
Your eyes go wide in realization. You were the next target and you let the attacker in with your open window. With panic rising in your body you try to get away.
<i> it’s too late </i> you think, as you feel a sharp pain to the back of the head, and everything goes black.
[[end]]<center> <b> FIN </b> </center>
<center> by: Alaina Knox </center>
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OF COURSE. The glass was meant as a distraction. You left your bedroom window open! You go to circle the house and to check said window to see if your hunch was correct.
The window still has the curtains billowing in the wind. You were right. You decided to enter through the garage and you pick up a weapon of some kind as you do.
A baseball bat is tucked away in boxes of storage as you enter the garage. Every sound makes you cringe. <i> Cruuuuunch, cruuuuunch, SMACK SMACK </i> the boxes go as you reach for the bat for protection. Bat in hand, you slip into the house from the back [[door]]
You hear movement coming from your bedroom. Footsteps that echo in the nearly empty house. You slink up the stairs as quietly as you can manage, bat still in hand.
You see the figure come into view. It’s a man, maybe early 40s. You have the advantage on him in this [[moment]]
You sneak behind him and swing once, disabling him and making him shrink to the ground. The loud <b> THWAP </b> of his skull hitting the bat rattles in your brain. You stand over him,
[[“Where is Logan”]]
He looking up from the ground at you and laughs. You lift the bat again to get ready to swing and he flinches. You smile.
“TELL ME!” You scream, swinging down again. He screams, the pain finally kicking in. You raise your bat again and he finally cracks.
“I’ll tell you but not the police. You have to get her” He says through spatting out blood. You smile again, the faint noise of police sirens approaching.
Did he really think you were stupid enough to not call 911?
[[end]]