Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27024716-20140514024055

I've had a wonderful life, up until late September.

One day, I noticed a family has moved into our neighborhood. When my parents and I came over to welcome them to the neighborhood, I saw that they had a child about the age of nine. Short brown hair, green eyes. She was like a statue. Steady green eyes that never showed any emotion or blinked, never moving a muscle, and never speaking. Weird, but I soon shook it off and gave the parents a book for the girl.

However, a week after she moved in, reports of people disappearing began coming in. And surprisingly, they were everyone she stared at, one of my friends included. No one knew where she might be taking them, that is, if she even is taking them someplace. No traces of them have been seen. No blood, no clothing, nothing.

It's also been reported that the people who vanished have had changes in their personality while still here, being more silent, and usually staying out of a crowd. They don't volunteer to help out or solve anything with thier friends. They've also looked more pale and sickly, as if they didn't get any sleep the last week.

I reported it to her parents before I went to school one time, and they said they didn't know what I was talking about, and I should be going to school. It's strange. All these disappearances due to their own child and they don't know about it.

A month after I reported it to the parents, they moved out, but reports of disappearing still came in thick and fast. And even though she's gone, I still see her out of the corner of my eye every now and then, but the moment I blink, she vanishes into thin air. I might go to where all the people who vanished now. So this month might be the last month of my life.

Just so you know, this is an edited version of my other pasta, "The Girl who Never Spoke" 