Missing Person Report

I got home from school on a Friday and tossed my backpack in the corner. It hadn’t been a bad day, but it wasn’t a good day either. My good days have been limited since my older sister, Abby, disappeared a month ago. My mom filed a missing person report but nothing has been heard since. Her disappearance shocked us all since it wasn’t very common in our small town Hayden, Alabama. My hope of her being alive was fading every day. “Kate! Dinner is ready,” my mom yelled.

“Coming,” I replied. As my parents and I ate dinner, we talked about work and school. Finally, I brought up the topic being avoided…Abby. “Any news yet?” I said hopefully. My parents exchanged depressing glances.

My mom spoke up and said “Not yet, Kate. But I’m sure some news will come soon.” My heart became heavy as I sank in my seat. Then, I finished my dinner and went to my room. However, before I reached my room I saw Abby’s and couldn’t resist the temptation to go in.

It was the first time I entered her room since her disappearance. The walls of her room were a bright yellow and there were light grey curtains in front of the windows in her room. The soft carpet on the floor was a tan color and appeared almost brand new. The room had a pile of school books in the corner and a desk in the corner. On the desk were a photo of Abby and me, a photo of Abby and her friends, and a black laptop. The photo of Abby and me on the desk made me realize how similar we look. We both have dark brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and were close to the same height. Even though I am 16 and she is 18, I am a few inches taller than her. I turned my attention away from the photo and to her computer, wondering if something linked to her disappearance could be on it. I got on her computer and looked through it. Luckily, Abby was very organized, so finding evidence was not difficult. Finally, I saw it. She went to a place called “Jake’s Escape Room” in Birmingham on the day of her disappearance. While researching online, I saw that many more missing person reports had been filed around Alabama after her disappearance. A few of the people on there were some of Abby’s friends. As my suspicion and fear grew, I knew I had to check it out.

The next day I drove to the escape room. When I arrived, I parked the car and got out. The air was cool and crisp, and the trees surrounding the escape room had red leaves. The escape room had a structure consisting of mostly glass with boards covering a majority of it. It also had an open sign hanging above the door. Next, I entered and got greeted by a tall man looking in his late 30s. He had brown hair, dark eyes, a slight beard, and very thick eyebrows. “Hi, my name is Charles. Is there anything I can help you with?” said the man.

“What are all the options for the rooms?” I asked. Charles told me all the options, but I decided to follow my gut and refrain from going into a room. I pretended to frantically search my pockets for cash.

“Shoot! I think I left my wallet at home. Well, I’m just going to look for a room for next time,” I said. Visibly annoyed, he dismissed himself to the back. Allowing me to sneak behind the counter and saw piles of overdue bills and amazon receipts. The receipts showed that the products shipped were used car parts. I heard footsteps approaching and swiftly returned to the front of the counter. He came back and I told him “I’m just going to come back another day.” I had found nothing and was ready to give up on finding Abby. My hope had plummeted to the lowest it has ever been until I heard unusual sounds coming from an abandoned warehouse hidden behind the forest of red trees.

I walked to the warehouse and tugged on the door. The door did not budge but a window caught my eye. I pried open the window, which was left open by a crack. The air of the warehouse was thick and musty. It only had a few light fixtures so the warehouse was pretty dark. The floor was hard, dark grey concrete. As I looked around I saw an assembly line of people constructing cars. These people had noticeable bruises on them and looked like they were being forced to construct cars. I spotted Abby, but the question remained, how am I going to get them out of here. But if anyone could figure this out it would be me. Suddenly, I heard a door slam closed and echo throughout the warehouse. Charles had entered and was looking to see if anyone escaped. Startled, I went to get help but as I ran back to the window I tripped over something on the floor, which made a loud crash. Charles started darting towards me, so I hastily unlocked the door and slammed it behind me. As I continued to run, my shoe fell off, but I had no time to grab it. Charles, still darting after me, was now yelling in panic.

I ran until I reached a shop across the street and was bought enough time to call the police. After the police arrived, I told them what I had witnessed. Following that, they searched the warehouse and freed all of the captives. Later I watched Charles being escorted into a police car. Finally, I was reunited with Abby. “How did you find us?” she asked excitedly.

“I might have, kind of, snooped through your room,” I said.

We both laughed and finally, she said “Well I am very glad you did.” We then drove home and Abby was reunited with our parents. As we drove home I felt relieved that I had not given up hope on Abby.

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