Literature
The Vanishing
The Vanishing
By Fushigi Okami
My name is not entirely important, but if you wish to know who I am before I become its next victim, it’s Phillip. My house sits towards the edge of a small neighborhood next to a heavily wooded park. My “house” in question is more of a trailer in a trailer park neighborhood. Rent is cheap and I live alone for the most part. However, that wooded park is a bit more like a forest.
Anyway, on to the important things; there had been a string of disappearances in the US, up to around a fifty people, so far. All of these disappearances happened at night, real cliché I know; but here’s t