Chapter One: Missing

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Your eyes stared dead ahead uninterested in what the teacher rambled on about today. Seriously, who would use algebra in the real world? The tip of your pencil stayed on the paper, as if you were writing, but in truth you weren't. Your eyes looked lost in your imagination, a world where bunnies ran the endless fields of everything you had seen or watched. When was that bell going to ring, you had an elective next, art was fairly simple the teacher didn't care what you did so long as you showed up.

"Now before the bell rings as you might have heard a student has been pronounced missing." Your mind wandered back to reality as you turned slightly to the teacher, you had heard from the gossip chain that a girl in your year had vanished. "The school would like it if you have any info about her to turn it in so we can give it to the police."

'It's too early for this.' you thought, Mondays were always the worst, and this was only the first class. Your mentor meant well, but it would be better to tell everyone at the middle of the day, maybe during Lunch, maybe then people would be paying attention. You're mind shrugged it off, you never knew her personally, sure a few projects now and then, other then that you weren't even on first name bases. Classification in your mind would be Associate or Good Lab Partner.

The first bell rang, you carefully packed up your things, mostly because your hand eye functions weren't really there, you didn't have anything sweet so you were kind of running off off water and a healthy nutrition bar. Your mom meant well enough, but it's 8 in the morning, sugar or caffeine was a necessary evil. Everyone else filed out, as did the teacher, possible to watch the students in the hall and chat with the others doing the same. You honestly didn't question it, it was like this every time the bell rang.

Getting your bag on your shoulder, you eyes lingered to where the girl normally sat, she had about the same classes as you, save for the fact you took Horticulture were as she took Computers. You would have also, but the class was full. Second best, the teacher there didn't ask you do much, plant a few things and water time to time, nothing much to think about. Easy A really.

You moved out to your locker on the upstairs floor, ignoring everyone else as they ignored you also. Your Art teacher didn't really care if you were late so you had time, you opened up the simple lock number '20-30-0.' The thing too a moment to open, crappy rusted locker doors. The thing popped open and at your feet fell a tape.

Silence rang in your mind. You stared at it for a moment, looked to your left, then right, no one was watching from a distance, the hall was pretty much clear in the time it took you to get the damn door open. With a sigh your bent down and pick up the tape, who uses VHS tapes anymore? Then again, it's at least efficient when you have nothing else. There was no title on it, save for the number one on the corner.

This could easily be a joke, but you'll humor someone, mainly because it was in your locker and you'll do with it how you please. Putting it in your bag and hanging your bag in the locker you took a pencil and sketch book, oh not to mention your phone, too art. No need to be all fancy. It's only second period, so why bother with a heavy bookbag?

*Time Skip*

You trudged into your home with a frown on your face as he drag your feet upstairs. You placed your bag on the floor near your door and flopped onto your bed in an ungraceful fashion. Your cheek pressed into your hair smelling pillow, your eyes gazed at the small TV you haven't used since you were a kid to watch movies your mom allowed.

Raising up you remembered about the case in your bag, you opened the back pouch of your bag and pulled out the case which was still one piece after all that abuse today. You plugged up the TV again and managed to get it working again after much frustration. You were lucky your mom wasn't home, nor your dad, they wouldn't take that colorful langue of yours, but the fucking TV was a bitch at times.

Sliding in the tape the screen was static for a moment, your cursed was it messing up again. But soon a picture formed and you watched have paying attention.

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"I don't know who will find this, I hope no one. But, with everything happening lately, I just feel comfortable talking about it." A person in a dark room said. The only light was a lamp, reveling her face to be Hannah. "It's been four days now, and I know what I'm seeing. My doctor tells me it's all in my head, but I swear to you it's real as me."

She looked down for a moment, "He's been getting closer, I have my windows locked and my doors also." she said softly, "To keep it short, he's a killer, and he's after me. It started at school like any other day, someone was in the background when I think about it. Like any other kid in a hoodie. But, his face..." she whimpered softly.

"Since then I can see more of him. And I wish I didn't. I don't know why he's after me. Or even what he is at this point, other then a guy in a white hoodie." she held up a picture drawing that was rather simple but gave an image of what she was seeing looked like. "Please, if you know me or what this is, I need to know, and is there a way to get away. Is he an escape convict or something?"

Her video paused as it jumped to her looking at her window, "He's here, I have to hide" she grabbed the camera as it turned off.

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Your watched as the screen was black again and the tape came out. You stared for a moment, now you were certain it was a prank, I mean really a guy in a white hoodie out to kill Hannah? Maybe this missing act was just her putting on a show, people did say Hannah had a knack for spreading false rumors.

But still, something was a bit uneasy about the way she talked. It didn't sound fake, but you pushed it to the back of your mind. You had better things to do than listening to a gossipers ramblings. Still, might as well give this to the teachers there, saying you found it and it was Hannah's.

With that pushed to the back of your mind, you got up to get ready to do homework and take a well needed shower.