Missing

Kicking the sticks and stones as I walk home from school on the chilly afternoon of October 17, 1985. The White fog enhances as I breath out into my hands trying to warm my body down. As a loud crunch sound coming from the Fall leaves being stepped upon behind me interrupts my thinking. Swiftly turning around to only see the wind sweep away the leaves as the wind grew colder, only the sounds of the birds could be heard.

That's strange..

I turn around to another halt making my heart drop into my stomach.

"Hello Sienna! Where are you coming from on this cold Day?"

A man that lives about 5 houses down from me. His name is Mr. Clint and I see him ever so often. Pretty sweet old man although I get Funky Vibes from him sometimes.

"Hey Mr. Clint.. I just got out of school" I said shakily as my body tensed from the cold breeze.

"Oh Fun! It's pretty cold out side would you like a ride?" He said with a Warm Smile as he stuck his Rake into the pile of leaves he created.

"Oh no I'm fine Mr. Clint. I could use the exercise." I awkwardly laugh hoping he'd understand and let me be. He pauses and goes into a Blank stare while holding his eye contact with me. Making my heart sink as I get a Dark aura circling around me. His once gentle smile had turned into a Vacant expression in only seconds his Smile refined on his wrinkled face as he Fixed his Glasses.

"Oh well you better get going! It's not safe for a young women like yourself out at this time." He claimed as he nodded his head and went back to ranking the pile of leaves. I uncomfortably smile and walk swiftly passed him clutching onto my book bag. Something in my head tells me to turn around, so I do and I see Mr. Clint eyeing me as I walk further away. He smiles once again and slowly waves at me. I quickly wave and turn around to focus on my house that I could see in my view point. Swiftly walking on the leaves that left crackling sounds every step I took. Later Making it to my front yard, I run into the house locking the door behind me. It'd felt like two heavy cement blocks had been picked up off my shoulders as I was relieved that I was finally home and safe.

"Hey honey.. everything okay?" my Mom said concerned as she gutted the pumpkin for its seeds to make homemade pumpkin pie. I walk into the kitchen finally able to breath straight.

"Yeah I'm fine, just the man down the street.."

"Oh Mr. Clint? Yeah he's definitely something." My mom said as she looked outside the window to still see Mr. Clint raking the leaves from his yard.

"Poor man.." she exclaimed.

"What happened?" I said curiously.

"Oh his Wife died a couple months ago. She was a very nice old women.. I guess the family decided to keep it private." She said with a gloomy mood. As the words sink into my head I turn around and go upstairs. Walking to my room passed my little brother's room I hear him yelling on his Video Game. His door in a creak i peak my head through.

"Josh.. Josh!"

"What do you want!?" He said aggressively.

"Shut up your being loud!" I shouted. Slamming the door shut to cut of anything else he could say.

"Hey! Don't slam my doors!" Mom said.

I rush into my room closing the door behind me. I take off my Wool Hat, Gloves, and Boots. Then flop onto my warm comfortable bed. Ahhh. I exhale.

Finally. As the Hour passes I get comfortable enough to drift into a deep sleep. But also into a deep dream...