A Real-Life Horror

Blue lights illuminate our street before I see the police car turn the corner. As it approaches the curb outside the haunted house where my mom and I are sitting, everyone out on the street directs their attention. I know exactly what they must have been thinking:  "A real-life Halloween horror story! How exciting!" That's exactly what it was turning out to be, but my mom and I did not feel the same way.

As I contemplated the possibilities I began to cry. Who was Allan? How did he know Josh? Where is Josh?! The tears streamed down my face, but I hid them from my mom. She did not need to see me crying because I knew she was holding back a plethora of tears herself. I picked my head up to address the officer as he stepped out of his car. "What can I help you with tonight, ladies?" he asked.

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