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MidReal Story
Vanishing Shadows: A Friend's Desperate Search
Anonymous
4d ago
Scenario:one of your guy freinds comes over crying and very upset
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Mark Jennings
Sarah's brother and Jason's best friend, friends with Jason and Sarah, short brown hair, hazel eyes, loyal and secretive
Sarah Jennings
Jason's girlfriend and Mark's sister, friends with Jason and Mark, long blonde hair, blue eyes, caring and intelligent
Jason Miller
central character, friends with Sarah and Mark, short black hair, green eyes, determined and protective
I walked into the house, closing the door behind me.
"Hello?"
I called out.
There was no answer.
I walked through the living room and into the kitchen.
Everything seemed normal, but there was an eerie feeling to the house.
I continued through the house, checking each room, but there was no one there.
I went back into the kitchen and picked up the phone, checking for any messages.
There were none.
I hung up the phone and looked around the kitchen again.
Everything seemed normal, but I knew that something was off.
I opened the refrigerator and saw that all of the food had been removed.
I opened a few of the cabinets and saw that all of the dishes had also been removed.
I went back into the living room and looked around again.
Everything seemed normal, but again, I knew that something was off.
I sat down on the couch and stared at the wall.
After a few minutes of this, I got up and went back into the kitchen.
I looked at the counter and saw that Sarah's recipe book was still there.
I opened it and flipped through it, looking for any kind of clue as to what was going on.
As I flipped through it, a piece of paper fell out.
It was a note from Sarah.
"Jason," it read.
"Mark came home early. We had to leave. I'm so sorry. I'll call you soon."
I stood in the kitchen, clutching Sarah's note, my mind racing.
The words blurred together as I stared at the paper, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Determined to find more clues, I began a methodical search of the house.
Starting in the living room, I checked behind picture frames and under cushions.
The soft rustle of the couch cushions as I lifted them up was the only sound breaking the silence.
In Mark's room, I opened drawers and rifled through his belongings, careful not to disturb anything too much.
The smell of his cologne lingered in the air, making me feel like an intruder.
A small notebook caught my eye on the nightstand.
Flipping through its pages, I found cryptic entries about secret meetings and unfamiliar names.
The scribbled handwriting seemed to dance across the page, taunting me with its secrets.
As I absorbed this information, a sudden noise from outside startled me.
I rushed to the window to investigate, my heart pounding in my chest.
The curtains billowed outwards as I yanked them open, revealing a dark figure lurking just beyond the edge of the porch light.
My breath caught in my throat as our eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.
