(1996) A woman screams and starts to run away from a certain area. Few hours later, the area was crowded by policemen and search dogs. "What happened here!" the chief asked, looking around.
"A little girl, about 8 or 9 years, died drowning in a nearby river, right over there," Detective Hackins explained, pointing to the river, 20 feet behind the chief was standing.
"Name? Home?" the chief asked, looking at a solid figure on the ground, where it was covered by a white sheet.
"No name and no home information, sir," the detective said.
"Well, find out," the chief said, putting on his hat and nodded.
He walked towards his black and sliver car. Detective Hackins stared as his boss made a U-turn and left the area.
(5 years later, 2001) A basketball bounced against the black, cemented ground on Oaks Road.
"Hey, I heard a girl died at a river near here," a boy, named Mark said, who was about 12-yrs-old, to his friend, Ken same age.
"Really? I heard the story from my mom," Ken said, with a surprised look on his face.
"So, is it true?" Mark asked, stopping and turned around. He bounced the ball over to Ken.
Ken caught the ball and put on his right waist. "I don't know. Maybe, our parents are just trying to scare us," Ken predicted.
"Yeah, you might be right," Mark said, as he turned around.
At the moment when Mark fully opened his eyes, a little girl, about 8 or 9, was standing right in front of him. He gave out a small, low scream and took two steps back. Ken's eyes widen as he saw the little girl. The girl looked up at each and one of them. She gave a sweet smile.
"Can you two find my mommy? I'm lost," the little girl said, swinging left and right, as her black and red dress twirls.
Ken and Mark thought it was some little girl getting lost without her mother, so, they decided to help her.
"Sure, little girl. We'll help you," Ken said, smiling.
The little girl gave a small giggle.
"Where's the last place you saw your mother?" Mark asked, kneeling down at the girl.
The girl turned around towards a downward hill.
She points over at the downward path and said,
"She told me to meet me down there, but I can't find her."
"Okay, she might be looking for you now," Mark said, standing straight up.
"Yeah, we'll take you, just in case if there's any trouble finding her," Ken said, still have his smile on his face.
The girl smiled back and skipped towards the downward hill. She stops at the edge and waited for the two boys. Mark began to walk, but Ken pulled him back.
"Hey!" Mark said, almost falling on his bottom.
"Hey, don't you think that's the girl who died 5 years ago from drowning?" Ken said, curious. "What? She's a sweet little girl. If she was, why would she kill us? She's like what? 7-yrs-old?" Mark said, staring at the girl, who was twirling around in circles.
"Hmm...Yeah, maybe you're right," Ken said, walking beside Mark towards the little girl.
"Let's go!" the girl said, waving to hurry faster.
The two boys followed the girl down the path. It started getting darker and darker by every 3 minutes. On the 12th step, it became completely pitch, black.
"Ken!" Mark yelled.
"Mark!" Ken yelled, back.
"It's dark! I can't see!" Mark yelled, scared.
"I can't see either! Little girl! Are you still there!" Ken yelled, waving his arms, trying to feel something or someone.
The girl didn't answer.
"Little girl!" Mark yelled, waving his arms around as well.
Suddenly, the little girl's giggled filled the boys' head.
"It's the little girl!" Ken and Mark yelled together, trying to find each other in the pitch darkness.
"You will die soon," the girl sang.
"What!" Mark shouted.
"Mark, it's the little girl who died drowning in the river! I told-" Ken shouted, frighten.
Mark got so scared that Ken turned absolutely silent.
"Ken! You there! Ken! Ken! Speak to me! Ken!" Mark screamed, starting to cry.
"He's dead. His blood is yummy, though," the girl said.
Mark turned silent, but he was still alive.
He started hearing twigs breaking. He started hearing footsteps all over the place.
"There's more than one?" Mark asked himself.
"No, there's only," the girl said, her pale white face jumped in front of Mark's face, which made Mark's eyes widen, "me!"
Mark screamed, as flocks of black birds flew out of the tall trees.
(Two days later) "Yes, my 12-yr-old son. His name is Mark Kanyon. He's missing! He hasn't been home yesterday or the day he was supposed to return home! He hasn't called! Even his friend, Kenneth Bigel is missing. Both of them!" Jacee Kayon, Mark's mother, yelled into the receiver.
"Ma'am, may I have a description of your son, Mark, please," the police station's operator said.
"Mark is 12-yrs-old. He's about 5ft tall. Weighs at about 110 pounds. He was last wearing a black, plain shirt with short jeans. He had a blue baseball cap on," Jacee said, crying and sobbing.
"Thank you. Don't worry. We'll find him soon," the operator said, hanging up and dialing into the news room, where they sent out Amber Alerts.
The scene starts out where a couple was sitting together on a sofa. They were watching a scary movie, but then, the channel turned into a pitch black screen. A line animation runs on top of the screen saying, "Amber Alert! Two 12-yr-olds boys are missing. Was last seen at home. Boy 1 is Mark Kanyon. Wearing a black t-shirt, short jeans, and a blue baseball cap. 5ft tall and was seen with his friend, Kenneth Bigel. Boy 2 is Kenneth Bigel. Wearing a red and black stripped t-shirt, with black Dixie pants, and a green baseball cap. 5ft2 tall and was last seen with his friend, Mark Kanyon, heading toward Oaks Road. If any sight of them, please contact 9-1-1 or tell a local policeman. Thank you for your moments."
"Oaks Road?" the girlfriend said, in surprised.
"Isn't that where that little girl died 5 years ago?" the boyfriend asked, staring at the TV screen, worried.
"I think so," his girlfriend said, hanging on to her boyfriend's shirt.