Urban Legends and Myths

Disappearance

Rain dropped down the foggy windowpane, creating art in the mist that covered the glass. Grey clouds blocked out the sun and sky with little time to run for cover, blanketing the street below with what seemed to be inches. She had no intention to leave the house that day. Her black mug rested between cool hands, filled to the brim with freshly made coffee, steamed her face as she leaned forward to take a sip of the caffeinated beverage. The small blast of heat was welcomed, though the warmth that slowly rose more and more in her hands wasn't as much.

She placed the coffee cup down beside her as she made herself more comfortable upon the couch. Her laptop lay a few feet away, resting on the table and playing a movie on Netflix. The young girl waited for her mother to get home, her brothers out playing at a friend's house or doing god-knows-what elsewhere.

A knock on the door drove her to raise her head from the couch. Her eyes narrowed, glancing towards the door with a bit of unease. However, she got up anyway, mindful of whoever was to be on the other side. She knew it couldn't be family. The door wasn't locked and they walked right in anyway. There was no peephole, so she carefully opened the door a bit to see through the screen before it.

There was a man, much familiar to her, yet a complete stranger in her eyes. He had been long gone for years, left behind for a drug addiction that he couldn't control and the neglect of children he once had. She cautiously opened the door further, just so she could watch him completely, and answered.

"Dad."
"Hey girlie, what are you up to?" The man started, rubbing his slightly shaved head as he peered off slightly, twitching occasionally as he continued to ramble on. "Is your mother home? I would have called before but I think she blocked my number again. It's been awhile, yeah? You're getting awfully big. How old are you again?"

She paused, sliding a bit behind the door before muttering a small, 'thirteen.'

"Thirteen? I haven't seen you since you were maybe eight? Before that, I last saw you when you were five." Her father mumbled, chuckling as he scratched at his face. "Hey, do you think you can let me in? It's still raining and the mosquitoes are bad."

The girl shook her head.
The smile that once adjourned the man's expression disappeared.
"Why not?" He questioned, hand placing itself flat on the door instead. The girl hurriedly went to close the door, but the strength of a grown man easily pushed it open even more as he walked in.

She had no choice as he began to yell, her screams silent as he grabbed her and ran out of the house. A car was waiting just for them a little further down the street. Her disappearance wouldn't be known until three days later. She wasn't found for a year.

———— Author's Note ————

So, a lot of you may have realized that this collection wasn't updated for awhile. And I mean awhile. So, here's a very short story of a personal experience of mine. My dad isn't the best guy, like some others, but I can kind of understand where he came from when he actually did kidnap me for a few years. My mom hadn't let him see his kids in a long time, and he actually was a doting father before he became heavily addicted to drugs. Hell, he still tries to be despite what he's done. But I can't ever forgive him for what he's done to me, my brothers, or my family. Especially, when I find him so absolutely terrifying. His determination is one thing entirely, but his madness is another.