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I went further into detail on Kyungsoo; what he acted like, looked like, the abilities he had, so on and so forth. I thought I would never receive an answer, not until one Thursday evening around dinner time. If I may, can we speak privately for a moment? He had a briefcase with him, with unknown contents. However, once he spoke I became horrifically aware of what he had inside. I would like to talk to you about your friend Kyungsoo. These cases are all nearly identical, your case, however, puzzles me.
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Others looked as if Michelangelo himself had painted them. On the surface, they seemed like works of art, but upon closer inspection, the true nature of these paintings were revealed. A visual of what seemed to be a Purgatory-like place was the setting for each of them, it was dark and the sky glowed with a black-ish red that you would only see in such a place… And then there were the children, countless children that appeared to be dead, or in a death-like state.
Their cheeks hollow, their eyes dark, their bodies… Fragile and lifeless. The things responsible, however, were simply a splash of black paint with snow white eyes.
Draining their life from them, if I had to guess. He then pulled out countless news articles, most of which were cases where the child simply vanished, never to be found again. A few of the articles were also about some parents being to blame for the disappearance of their children. I grabbed one of the articles and began to read.
In those pure white eyes, I knew that I had to be standing before the devil himself. I thought he was just an imaginary friend, but he was so much more than that. Knowing there was nothing I could do to save him. You were never abducted. Even when a parent or guardian has seen them, they always take the child.
So anyhow, one day I had gone with friends down to the park. I remember there was a ball field at the time, and a sandlot next to the field. My friends wanted to play on the monkey bars, but I wanted to play in the sand. I looked at the sand box and my babysitter Vicky was standing there. I told my friends I was going down to to the sandbox and ran off. We played in the sand, building a castle, and then She asks me if I wanted to go get something cold to drink.
It was stifling hot, and I of course said yes. So she takes my hand and we start walking to her place. She starts telling me about her puppies and asking if I want to play with them.
Of course I get giddy and now can't wait to get to her house. This was where my memory had stopped and after my mom told me what happened, the rest of it flooded back. My mother just happened to be talking to my sister and I about some of the places we lived and we got to Monica Lane.
I told her I remembered the park and how big it seemed, and she asks me if I remember being kidnapped. I immediately thought she was kidding and then the look on her face told me otherwise.
She said it was around 5 in the afternoon and one of my friends had come to the door to ask me to come back outside, sure that I had gotten bored and walked back home.
When my mom checked the house, she realized I wasn't there and 7 months pregnant with my sister sprints to the park, screaming my name. After asking several kids if they'd seen me with no clue, she went to the ball field and asked the older boys if they'd seen me. One of the boys she guessed around 14 said that he'd seen a younger woman playing with a girl that fit my description in the sand and walk off in a general direction and that was all he knew.
My mom ran across the street to one of the houses, and asked to use their phone and called the police.
By the time the police got there, my dad had come home and some of the neighbors were trying to help my mom.
So there's this search party out looking for me, screaming my name and knocking on doors. The police had gone back to the park to ask the boys if they knew who had been with me and if they knew who she was. Between the boys and the neighbors, they had deduced who it was that had led me off, but I have no idea how, honestly. The police and the entourage go to her home she lived with her parents but they weren't home and knock on the door. She came to the door and told them she hadn't seen me, and that she'd been home all day.
The police asked to come in and for some reason she said okay. They went through the house, and went to the basement and found me.
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That's what my mom knew and then I remembered. It was literally like a flood gate had opened and I started crying. At 6 you sort of trust everyone, and she'd been in our home.
I never got a bad feeling from her and my parents didn't, either. I remember starting to cry and saying I wanted to go home, over and over. She takes me into her kitchen and gets me a glass of water and a tissue. I hear dogs barking, and next to the kitchen is an open stairway the goes down and where the barking was coming from. She starts trying to cajole me into going downstairs- telling me there's all sorts of toys and games.
I reluctantly agree and she grabs my hand to head down the stairs. The dogs are going nuttier and I start screaming. I was scared out of my mind.
I remember crying so hard I was hyperventilating, and I am screaming so hard I'm not making sounds. Vicky then flips a switch and starts being syrupy sweet, trying to calm me down. She tells me that she was just playing a game and tells me she wants to play hide and seek. She must have been relatively skilled at calming me down because the next thing I know, I hear knocking on the door upstairs and I wasn't crying. The houses were all the same sort of tract houses that Sears used to sell, not huge but not small, but you could hear everything at any spot in the house.
I keep hearing the knocking and she tells me that it's her friends. They're coming to play hide and seek!! She convinced me to let her put a piece of masking tape over my mouth so I wouldn't make a sound, and lifted me into this big wooden box next to the kennel.
She put a big pile of blankets over me, and told me to be really quiet so they didn't find me. They still looked incredibly mean but they were no longer frothing at the mouth, and only slightly growling. Until the knocking started. I remember scrunching in there, confused. Still scared and convinced that the dogs were going to get out and eat me. I was crying again and hyperventilating.
I remember taking the tape off my mouth because I couldn't breathe, but remembered I needed to be quiet because I was afraid what she'd do if I screamed. I laid in that smelly box next to a big bag of dog food, sweating to hell, tears rolling down my face. I sort of pushed the blankets to the side but only enough so that I could pull them back over me when someone came.