Kiara's Game - Part 7 - Missing
by Kiara Reynard
At midnight, I got a group text from Zoe and Maya.
Hey, are you guys awake?
I am now.
Yeah, what’s up?
Have you heard from Abby?
Not since yesterday. Why?
I haven’t heard from her all day.
I haven’t either. But I’m sure she’s fine.
Idk. I want to go to her house and check.
Who’s in?
Can’t. My mom and I had to go to Atlanta.
Well that stinks.
Ki, will you come with me?
I already snuck out.
Oh my gosh, thanks. Where are you?
I’m almost at the bus stop.
The shuttle to the city doesn’t run after eleven, idiot.
Wait, she’s not going to the shuttle.
You’re up to something, aren’t you, Ki?
Yeah.
When we were coming back from downtown today, I saw the same boot prints along the side of the road down a dirt path.
Seriously? The prints you think your boyfriend’s been leaving?
He’s not my boyfriend.
But yeah.
Oh my gosh, that’s so creepy. Where would he go?
All that’s out there is forest and swamp.
Are you sure?
There’s actually an old plantation house out there.
But no one’s lived in it for over fifty years.
That sounds creepy—I’m going with you.
Wait for me, Ki.
No way.
Go check on Abby like you wanted to.
We’ll do that—together—on the way back.
I’m not letting you go into the swamp alone.
I didn’t even know about this plantation.
It’s gonna be hard for you to find it on your own.
I can follow the boot prints.
You’ll never track him in the dark, Ki.
Ki?
Fine. I’ll wait at the bus stop for you.
I’ll be there soon.
Um… You DO realize this is a horrible idea, right?
Kiara’s already told us all her friends disappear…
And now you -- her friend -- are going into a swamp with her AT NIGHT to look for some guy who mugged us yesterday?
I don’t know what you want me to say.
I guess it’s a good thing you’re not here, Maya.
Yeah, because it means I won’t die.
Look, you should probably just leave this to us.
We’ll text you if we find anything.
Ten minutes later, we headed on into the darkness...
Well this is creepy…
What are you afraid of, ghosts?
Alligators, actually.
There’s no shortage of ghosts in Georgia…
But I’ve never heard of anyone being carried off by one.
Gators, on the other hand…
Good to know.
What about you? Do you believe in that stuff?
In ghosts and… whatever?
I don’t know.
But Miss Maria said something the other day…
She said that what we know about this world couldn’t fill a thimble compared to what’s really out there.
What does that mean?
Who knows?
I got the sense it was about ghosts… and whatever.
Probably more about the ‘whatever.’
And I guess I’m believing that stuff more and more lately.
Hang on. We need to go this way.
We headed down an overgrown dirt drive.
The dim light of the moon was blocked out
By the branches of the ancient oak trees lining the way, dripping with Spanish moss.
Zoe stooped down and shined the light from her phone on the ground.
What are you doing?
Trying to see if those worn out Doc Martin footprints came this way.
They did. Trust me.
Are you saying you can see that boy’s footprints in the dark?
Yes.
You’re not joking, are you?
I wouldn’t joke about this.
It’s just…
Do you remember when you said that there was more to our little mystery game than simple deduction?
Yeah…
Well you’re right.
Sometimes I just know things.
I told you, Ki, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.
I want to, Zo.
I know we’ve only known each other for a few months…
But you’re by far the most reliable person I’ve ever hung out with.
We’re best friends, Ki. You can say it.
Nothing bad is gonna happen to me if you do.
I don’t know about that.
Strange shit has been happening to me over the last year.
Stranger than usual. It’s like, in the way I…
Sense things.
Like ESP?
No, I literally mean the way my senses work.
Everything has been in hyper-drive.
Like the other day at the mall…I heard Hat Guy’s wife say to the kids, ‘Daddy’s going back for napkins.’
They were like a hundred feet away…
I know. But I heard her, clear as a bell.
So… you have super hearing now?
Not just hearing. It’s all my senses—sights, sounds…
Scents.
Especially scents.
I smell—
Omg.
Suddenly, we were standing before a wide, round clearing.
In its center stood an old fountain covered in a tangle of vines.
Beyond that, a two-hundred-year-old Gothic mansion towered above us.
It was unimaginably eerie.
This is it.
We’re here.
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