She placed her phone aside, as time seemed to go by slowly. Maybe she was hallucinating, and she would wake up. Standing next to Harper in the roller coaster line, waiting for their turn. And she would come home, Ian in his usual spot on the living room floor, he would be sent to the corner store and back. Gone a few hours later...
Emery hated how every time she tried to make it seem as if he never disappeared, he ended doing so anyways. Because you can't change the past, no matter how hard you tried, the past is the past. No one can change that... Unless, she tried. Someone knew what happened that night, really knew what happened. Not the version the public knows, not the version the investigators know, not even the version her own family knows. Their version, their front row seat VIP section service version. And if she out who this person was, maybe just maybe they could help her find IAN. Shut the press up, shut everything down, because Ian would be back. He has to be...
She sighed, turning off the lamp, and covering herself in the freshly washed sheets. They smelled like her childhood, maybe because it's the same laundry detergent. But sometimes remembering one's childhood can be bittersweet. Her door opened, a small streak of light appeared as her mom walked in with a cup of herbal mint tea.
"Emery, honey. I made you, your favorite tea. Also, your father won't be back until Wednesday, he had some business he had to take care of in Vermont. Also, it seems as if this will be a very misty Summer. That can't be good.." She muttered, giving the cup of tea to Emery as she sat up. The look that danced between her mother's eyes was foreign, worried. As if she knew something, but she didn't bother pushing it any further. Her mom smiled softly, and walked out the room closing the door.
She placed the cup aside, and went to grab her laptop, and searched up 'Willow's End local phone numbers' and went through each one trying to find the unknown number that texted her. No match at all. Then if there was no match, who the hell in Maine would text her from an unknown number talking about her missing brother? That was until she got a ne message...
'Heard your dad will be gone... Why don't you meet me where the mist lies east, and the truth west?' -9274156315
Now this was creepy, really creepy. And not the horror cliche creepy, but the real life creepy. And Maine was one of those places where a lot of creepy things happened. Mostly because of the haunted lighthouse legends or whatever people talked about. Where the mist lies east, and the truth west? The mist did lie east, but how could the truth lie west- unless, the mist is east, then the truth is west... East, west... The corner store was west, that was it. That's what she needed. Perfect
So the was the plan now, go to whoever this was. And uncover the truth, that's it. And then, Ian will be back. He was never missing, because the answers are in the mist... Where everything lies...
ns216.73.216.64da2
and then Add to home screen.