Chapter 1-Missing
It was a Sunday morning, and everybody in the town of Phillidelphia, New Jersey was getting ready for church. Including the Jones' of number 12, Treetown place.
"Come on Henery, we don't have all day!" Sheryl Jones yelled upstairs to her eldest son, Henery, who celebrated his 12th birthday last July. "Billy," she said,slightly annoyed, to her 14 month old, because she had turned to see him atempting to shove a Cherrio up his nose. "Breakfast goes in your mouth, not your nose! You silly Billy." She shot the infected Cherrio into the trash can and Billy laughed and claped his hands.
Just then, Henery, closly followed by his father, Jon, came thumping down the stairs.
"Finaly" said Sheryl, exasparated.
"Sorry Honey, I couldn't find my wallet," replied Jon.
"How many times do I have to tell you, 'Always leave your wallet on your bed-side table so you don't lose it'?"
"I know, I know, I'm sorry Dear," he kissed her on the cheek in an attempt to cheer her up. She gave him one of those lookes, but then smiled and fluttered her eyes and giggled, and Jon shook his head smiling. Sheryl then turned, looking at Henery, expectingly.
"I couldn't find my cross," said Henery simply.
"Okay, well, is everyone ready then? Let's go," Sheryl grabbed Billy, who was dressed in green pants, with an off white shirt, a maching green vest, and a little red tie, his usual church outfit. They all hoped into their new, silver Sedan, and it was off to church.
"Well, that HAD to be the best time I have ever had in church!" Henery said with a laugh. The minister had drinken too much wine with his bread and threw up staight onto ms. Wisenhimer's new church dress, who had left in a rage.
"Henery," said Sheryl, angrely.
"You've got to admitt, it was pretty funny." Said Jon in a slightly appolagetic tone.
"It WAS NOT funny," said Sheryl. Sounding slightly in denile.
"Ya, I bet ms. Wisenhimer won't be back for a while," said Henery hopfuly, talking to his father. Then added under his breath, "good thing too, the cranky old hag." They both tried to conceal laughter from Sheryl.
"I herd that," said Sheryl angrily, and Henery and Jon put on strait faces at once, "She might be old, and she can be cranky at times, but she's really sweet, once you get to know her."
"Oh give it up Sheryl," said Jon exasperated, "she is a cranky old lady, and you know it."
"Well, anyways, uhhh...." She was obiously searching for something to change the subject, "why don't you two change into your normal clothes while I fix lunch."
Henery went up stairs, but Jonk stayed behind. "I'll help, if you'd like," said Jon, "what are you making?"
"Sunny-side-up eggs with bacon and toast." "Mmmmm......sounds good. Let's get cookin'!"
Jon appolaginzed as they made breakfast. Not about saying those things about ms. Wisenhimer, but about saying them in front of Henery and setting a bad example. Sheryl exepted, and addmitted that ms. Wisenhimer was a bit on the cranky side in her old age.
When they were done with breakfast Sheryl got Billy and called upstairs for Henery, but there was no answer; so Jon went up to get him.
"Henery, breakfast is ready," he called as he walked down the hall to Henery's bedroom, "Henery," he said again as he was outside his son's door, but still no answer. "Come on Henery, where are you? This isn't the time for games. Come on, let's go eat breakfast." Still, no one came, "Henery," said Jon worried and annoyed at the same time, "this isn't funny, come out now before I get mad." No one was there. At this point, Jon was really starting to getting worried. He searched all the upstairs rooms and bathrooms, then the downstairs rooms and bathrooms, and then upstairs again, but no one was there. Then he ran back down stairs to Sheryl. "Sheryl," he said, urgently, and slightly out of breath from running around looking for his son.
"What's wrong?" asked Sheryl, looking and sounding worried.
"Henery. It's Henery, he isn't in his room. He isn't anywhere. I searched all up stairs, and he's not there. He's not downstairs either. I.....I don't know where he could be." Sheryl dropped the plate of eggs and bacon she was holding and it shatered and food and china flew everywhere, dirtying the tile that was spotless before, and now was in dier need of a good moping. Sheryl grabbed Billy, and they ran outside looking for Henery. They yelled and called his name, and when they couldn't find him, they went to the police station.
Sheryl was out of breath from running and her heart was pounding with worry, but she managed to muster, "Help. My son, he's missing. We looked everywhere. Can't..find...please help me."
"Calm down ma'am, we'll help you find your son. Let me get Lutenant Greenn, he's head of the missing persons department." The officer left and returned a minute later with officer Greenn. "Thank you officer Randal, you may return to your work now," said Lutenant Greenn, then he turned to the Jones', "Hello, I'm Lutenant Greenn. Officer Randal has informed me that your son is missing, is this correct?"
"Yes sir," said Jon, "that's correct."
"And what are your names?"
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. My name is Jonathin Jones, and this is my wife Sheryl, and our other son, Billy."
"Okay, so, how long has your son been missing?"
Jon looked at Sheryl and then responded, "uhhh....an hour and a half? Ya it's been about an hour and a half since we saw him last." There were now tears running sighlently down Sheryl's cheeks. "We had just gotten home from church and he went upstairs to change while my wife and I cooked breakfast. Then when we called for him he didn't come, and I searched the whole house before we went out searching the neighborhood. But neither of us saw or heard him come down stairs."
"Would your son have had any reason to run away?"
"No sir, he always has really liked living at home."
"There hasn't been any stress lately? No deaths, no divorces, nothing like that. Maybe a friend moved away," Sugested the Lutenant.
"No, nothing," replied Jon, who was starting to show some emotion as well, "nothing."
As the Jones' were talking to Lutenant Greenn, something strange, something, very, very strange was happening back at their house. There were many family pictures along the walls at the Jones', but one perticular one was doing something, unreal. The most resant picture of Henery was crying, the picture was movie, like a film, and Henery was crying. "Help me," the picture sobbed, "mom, dad, help me!" and then, Henery put his hand out, as if he was laying it on a glass window, put his head down, gave a single sob, and the glass covering the picture shatered with a loud crash, as if some one took a hammer and smashed it, and it fell to the ground. The photograph, now face up on the floor surrounded by shattered glass, showed Henery lieing on a floor, aparently dead. Blood was flowing from Henery's body and was coming out of the picture, spilling onto the carpet.
It was a Sunday morning, and everybody in the town of Phillidelphia, New Jersey was getting ready for church. Including the Jones' of number 12, Treetown place.
"Come on Henery, we don't have all day!" Sheryl Jones yelled upstairs to her eldest son, Henery, who celebrated his 12th birthday last July. "Billy," she said,slightly annoyed, to her 14 month old, because she had turned to see him atempting to shove a Cherrio up his nose. "Breakfast goes in your mouth, not your nose! You silly Billy." She shot the infected Cherrio into the trash can and Billy laughed and claped his hands.
Just then, Henery, closly followed by his father, Jon, came thumping down the stairs.
"Finaly" said Sheryl, exasparated.
"Sorry Honey, I couldn't find my wallet," replied Jon.
"How many times do I have to tell you, 'Always leave your wallet on your bed-side table so you don't lose it'?"
"I know, I know, I'm sorry Dear," he kissed her on the cheek in an attempt to cheer her up. She gave him one of those lookes, but then smiled and fluttered her eyes and giggled, and Jon shook his head smiling. Sheryl then turned, looking at Henery, expectingly.
"I couldn't find my cross," said Henery simply.
"Okay, well, is everyone ready then? Let's go," Sheryl grabbed Billy, who was dressed in green pants, with an off white shirt, a maching green vest, and a little red tie, his usual church outfit. They all hoped into their new, silver Sedan, and it was off to church.
"Well, that HAD to be the best time I have ever had in church!" Henery said with a laugh. The minister had drinken too much wine with his bread and threw up staight onto ms. Wisenhimer's new church dress, who had left in a rage.
"Henery," said Sheryl, angrely.
"You've got to admitt, it was pretty funny." Said Jon in a slightly appolagetic tone.
"It WAS NOT funny," said Sheryl. Sounding slightly in denile.
"Ya, I bet ms. Wisenhimer won't be back for a while," said Henery hopfuly, talking to his father. Then added under his breath, "good thing too, the cranky old hag." They both tried to conceal laughter from Sheryl.
"I herd that," said Sheryl angrily, and Henery and Jon put on strait faces at once, "She might be old, and she can be cranky at times, but she's really sweet, once you get to know her."
"Oh give it up Sheryl," said Jon exasperated, "she is a cranky old lady, and you know it."
"Well, anyways, uhhh...." She was obiously searching for something to change the subject, "why don't you two change into your normal clothes while I fix lunch."
Henery went up stairs, but Jonk stayed behind. "I'll help, if you'd like," said Jon, "what are you making?"
"Sunny-side-up eggs with bacon and toast." "Mmmmm......sounds good. Let's get cookin'!"
Jon appolaginzed as they made breakfast. Not about saying those things about ms. Wisenhimer, but about saying them in front of Henery and setting a bad example. Sheryl exepted, and addmitted that ms. Wisenhimer was a bit on the cranky side in her old age.
When they were done with breakfast Sheryl got Billy and called upstairs for Henery, but there was no answer; so Jon went up to get him.
"Henery, breakfast is ready," he called as he walked down the hall to Henery's bedroom, "Henery," he said again as he was outside his son's door, but still no answer. "Come on Henery, where are you? This isn't the time for games. Come on, let's go eat breakfast." Still, no one came, "Henery," said Jon worried and annoyed at the same time, "this isn't funny, come out now before I get mad." No one was there. At this point, Jon was really starting to getting worried. He searched all the upstairs rooms and bathrooms, then the downstairs rooms and bathrooms, and then upstairs again, but no one was there. Then he ran back down stairs to Sheryl. "Sheryl," he said, urgently, and slightly out of breath from running around looking for his son.
"What's wrong?" asked Sheryl, looking and sounding worried.
"Henery. It's Henery, he isn't in his room. He isn't anywhere. I searched all up stairs, and he's not there. He's not downstairs either. I.....I don't know where he could be." Sheryl dropped the plate of eggs and bacon she was holding and it shatered and food and china flew everywhere, dirtying the tile that was spotless before, and now was in dier need of a good moping. Sheryl grabbed Billy, and they ran outside looking for Henery. They yelled and called his name, and when they couldn't find him, they went to the police station.
Sheryl was out of breath from running and her heart was pounding with worry, but she managed to muster, "Help. My son, he's missing. We looked everywhere. Can't..find...please help me."
"Calm down ma'am, we'll help you find your son. Let me get Lutenant Greenn, he's head of the missing persons department." The officer left and returned a minute later with officer Greenn. "Thank you officer Randal, you may return to your work now," said Lutenant Greenn, then he turned to the Jones', "Hello, I'm Lutenant Greenn. Officer Randal has informed me that your son is missing, is this correct?"
"Yes sir," said Jon, "that's correct."
"And what are your names?"
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. My name is Jonathin Jones, and this is my wife Sheryl, and our other son, Billy."
"Okay, so, how long has your son been missing?"
Jon looked at Sheryl and then responded, "uhhh....an hour and a half? Ya it's been about an hour and a half since we saw him last." There were now tears running sighlently down Sheryl's cheeks. "We had just gotten home from church and he went upstairs to change while my wife and I cooked breakfast. Then when we called for him he didn't come, and I searched the whole house before we went out searching the neighborhood. But neither of us saw or heard him come down stairs."
"Would your son have had any reason to run away?"
"No sir, he always has really liked living at home."
"There hasn't been any stress lately? No deaths, no divorces, nothing like that. Maybe a friend moved away," Sugested the Lutenant.
"No, nothing," replied Jon, who was starting to show some emotion as well, "nothing."
As the Jones' were talking to Lutenant Greenn, something strange, something, very, very strange was happening back at their house. There were many family pictures along the walls at the Jones', but one perticular one was doing something, unreal. The most resant picture of Henery was crying, the picture was movie, like a film, and Henery was crying. "Help me," the picture sobbed, "mom, dad, help me!" and then, Henery put his hand out, as if he was laying it on a glass window, put his head down, gave a single sob, and the glass covering the picture shatered with a loud crash, as if some one took a hammer and smashed it, and it fell to the ground. The photograph, now face up on the floor surrounded by shattered glass, showed Henery lieing on a floor, aparently dead. Blood was flowing from Henery's body and was coming out of the picture, spilling onto the carpet.