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                    Another girl gone missing. No clues. No suspects. No signs. No bodies.
Just another cold case?  I think not.  My name is Detective Milana and I am 13 years old.  Well, okay, so I'm not a real detective, but I liked to think of myself as such.  I want to be like my mother someday who is a real detective.  We live here in Salem, Massechusetts, where this case takes place.

                   I've been doing quite a bit of research on happenings like this and from what I've found, young girls have been going missing since the Salem witch trials.  I wonder why.  Maybe a witch really is the cause of the missing girls.  I laughed at the thought.  How rediculous.  Real witches?  No way...or so I thought.
I ran home to eat dinner but my mother wasn't there but there was a McDonald's bag left on the kitchen table, with a note under it.  I picked it up and read it.  It said: Gone to investigate a car crash.  Will be back late so be in bed by 9:30 pm.  I rolled my eyes.  Even when she's not home, I'm still stuck a strict bedtime.

                   I took the bag and manuver my way through the boxes.  You see, we just moved here two weeks ago, and when it comes to unpacking...we're usually "too busy" to do so.  Besides, who wants to sit around and unpack when there's a whole town and house to explore?  I climbed up the winding stairs up to my room when just half way there I found a small door to my right in the wall.  How odd.  I didn't remember seeing a door there before.
I grinned and tried to open the door.  Maybe there was a hidden treasure in there, just waiting to be found!  After a few hard tugs the door finally opened.  I squeezed in through it to find another set of stairs leading up to a sort of ledge.  Once I reached the top I found a small table with a wooden chair.  On the table is a teapot, a tea cup, and a book.

                  I sighed in defeat.  No treasure.  I sat at the table and took out a Big Mac and fries. While I ate, I opened the book and looked through it.  It seemed to have been a diary.

                  The dates on it take place in 1692.  The Salem witch trials.  After some quick skimming, I found there were only 10 entries...or should I say there WERE 10 entries but some of them have been torn out, leaving only small bits and pieces.  I'll try to sum them up to the best of my ability.

Entry#1 January 7, 1692

My daughter had saved up her pennies to be able  to purchase this journal for me for my birthday.  It is a pity that I am hardly a writer but alas, for her, I will try to write everyday.  Today was very uneventful.  My daughter Elizabeth and I had just taken a small trip to the park for a picnic.  The geese had come very close to her for the bread she had fed them.

Ah, she is so good with animals that I often wonder if she can somehow...speak their language.  I wish I could so I could tell the coons to stop stealing from our garden.  After that went to the theater.  It was much fun, that is until I discovered she had fallen asleep.  I brought her home after that and tucked her into bed.  She is quite adorable when she sleeps.  How I love her so.

Entry#2 February 2, 1692

The town was in chaos today.  I went out to investigate to find that people were being hung today.  Although I'm not fond of viewing such events, I had this sudden curiosity.  I asked one of the young men beside me why there was a hanging today and do you know what the answer was?  Witchcraft.

At first I thought he was making a sort of joke if not a sick one at that to brighten up the gloomy mood.  As it turned out, however, he was quite serious.  I turned away and went back to work.  Witches?  Witchcraft?  Why those are things from fairy tales! What childish nonsense!  I'm sure this will all wear down soon enough and they'll all realize how mad they were for believing in such things.  I do feel sorry for those people that were hung though.  I pray for their safe journey to Heaven.

Entry#3 July 20, 1692

I have invited some guests over, along with their three daughters and son.  We had talked of many things while the children were playing outside.  One of which that arose was the topic of witches.  Who would be accused of witchcraft next?  I shook my head as I drank my tea.

I explained that this so-called witchcraft was simply fear and people's attempts at getting revenge on one another.  Simply pitiful.  They too agreed that it was nothing but fear and rubbish.  That is until a scream was heard from the backyard.  We all ran out to investigate.  One of the daughters was crying and holding her leg.  Her mother tended to her and asked what happened.

The daughter pointed accusingly at my daughter and said, "It was her!  She lifted the root from the ground to trip me!  She is a witch! She is trying to kill me!"  The mother looked at my daughter, then at her own, and then at me.  We decided that it was best that went home with the children and calmed them down.  My daughter?  A witch?  How preposterous!  This is simply getting out of hand.

Entry#4 July 27, 1692

Forgive me for not writing much this past week.  It is not that I have forgotten to write...it's just that...she...my daughter is...gone.  I just can't believe this.  How could this have happened?!  Why her?  Why... She was my pride and joy.  She held a piece of her mother that we had lost when her mother fell ill.  Now they've taken her away from me and my heart with them.  No...No...NO! NO! Just...no...
It's like a broken dream.  One moment she was there and the next...  This is too much to bear... I...I need to stop...and rest...

Entry#5 (Most of this entry had been torn off and thus the date is unknown)

...voices...they're everywhere...  She is everywhere...  She wants me...she NEEDS me...  I must find her...

Entry#6 (No date)

She is everywhere...all I see is her...  They look like her.  They sound like her.  But which one is her?  Who has her now?  I had searched through the woods.  Perhaps she had run away so she would be safe from the mad townsfolk.
I am currently writing this entry as I search, for if I die trying, at least someone will know what happened to me and thus, they can continue on the search for my missing daughter.

Entry#7 (Also no date)

I had awoken to see a pale cloaked figure hovering over me.  It lacked hair atop it's scalp and had cold silver eyes.  I screamed and scrambled away from it.  It stared at me still and almost seemed to be floating.
"I had heard about your misfortune," it said, "How you lost your daughter..."  I nodded slowly at it.  Being ready to run at any given moment.  "I can help help you find her you know...but how far are you willing to go...?" it asked.  I told it that I would do anything, even if it meant giving up my own life for her.
It smirked at me.  "Well then, I suppose we could make a contract," it said.  My eyes grew wide.  What was I getting myself into?  I asked it what it wanted me to do and how would it help me find my daughter.
"I do not ask for much.  Just the souls of every little girl who is revealed to not be your missing daughter.  If you do this for me then I will grant you youth.  Time shall not harm you or your health and thus, you may continue your search until the end of time." I stared hard at it.  All this sounded too good to be true.  Was it really so easy...?
"But of course...youth doesn't come easy...  Once it is lost, you must take someone elses to replace it," it continued.
"B-but...h-how do I...?" I stammered.
"You will know when it happens... You will know..." it answered as it handed me an old pocket watch, "Just open it up in front of the girl and it will take care of the rest."  With that it faded into mist right before my very eyes.  Is this just a dream...or am I tasting hell...?

Entry#8 (Most of the page has been torn off)

...not her.  Not mine.  I sniffed the air.  It suddenly smelled like roasted turkey with gravy.  I looked down at the girl.  No.  Something else.
Dinner.  I bit into the arm.  It tasted like a drumstick with just a bit of cranberry sauce on it.  Within just a few minutes I was halfway through.  I felt that I HAD to finish it.
Father always used to scold me for leaving any...leftovers.  Besides, who would possibly reject a feast like this...?  I have never eaten so well until this very day...

Entry#9 (Most of this page seems to have been torn off as well)
...back....  I'll find her.  I bet she tastes the sweetest.  I can hardly wait to have her with me once again.  To have her inside me...  We'll be together for as long as I live then...  Until the end of time.

Entry#10 (No date and the letters seem to be written in what may possibly be blood...or dark red ink...?)
I AM HERE DAUGHTER.  IF YOU FIND THIS THEN I WILL COME GET YOU.  I KNOW YOU ARE THERE.  YOU ARE EVERYWHERE.  AND ALWAYS WILL BE.  EVEN INSIDE ME.  COME TO ME.  COME TO FATHER.
...FATHER IS WAITING...

____________________________

                "I am hiding in a closet with this tape recorder on hand.  Whoever finds this tape will know the answer.  Stay away from this room.  Stay away from this house.  Most importantly...stay away from h-" she said.

                "Father is here!" said a male voice.  That is all that is left of what the police had found inside the house.  No one is sure where Milana is, or where the kidnapper is.  We may never know.  Just another cold case I suppose. Being a detective is difficult, but for my daughter's sake, I'll find him.
I pick up a scap of paper from the floor.  It has written in bright red lettering: FATHER IS HERE.  Just then, I hear footsteps behind me.  I barely turn before hearing him say, "YOU'VE RETURNED TO ME, WIFE."

Description
                    Another girl gone missing. No clues. No suspects. No signs. No bodies.
Just another cold case?  I think not.  My name is Detective Milana and I am 13 years old.  Well, okay, so I'm not a real detective, but I liked to think of myself as such.  I want to be like my mother someday who is a real detective.  We live here in Salem, Massechusetts, where this case takes place.

                   I've been doing quite a bit of research on happenings like this and from what I've found, young girls have been going missing since the Salem witch trials.  I wonder why.  Maybe a witch really is the cause of the missing girls.  I laughed at the thought.  How rediculous.  Real witches?  No way...or so I thought.
I ran home to eat dinner but my mother wasn't there but there was a McDonald's bag left on the kitchen table, with a note under it.  I picked it up and read it.  It said: Gone to investigate a car crash.  Will be back late so be in bed by 9:30 pm.  I rolled my eyes.  Even when she's not home, I'm still stuck a strict bedtime.

                   I took the bag and manuver my way through the boxes.  You see, we just moved here two weeks ago, and when it comes to unpacking...we're usually "too busy" to do so.  Besides, who wants to sit around and unpack when there's a whole town and house to explore?  I climbed up the winding stairs up to my room when just half way there I found a small door to my right in the wall.  How odd.  I didn't remember seeing a door there before.
I grinned and tried to open the door.  Maybe there was a hidden treasure in there, just waiting to be found!  After a few hard tugs the door finally opened.  I squeezed in through it to find another set of stairs leading up to a sort of ledge.  Once I reached the top I found a small table with a wooden chair.  On the table is a teapot, a tea cup, and a book.

                  I sighed in defeat.  No treasure.  I sat at the table and took out a Big Mac and fries. While I ate, I opened the book and looked through it.  It seemed to have been a diary.

                  The dates on it take place in 1692.  The Salem witch trials.  After some quick skimming, I found there were only 10 entries...or should I say there WERE 10 entries but some of them have been torn out, leaving only small bits and pieces.  I'll try to sum them up to the best of my ability.

Entry#1 January 7, 1692

My daughter had saved up her pennies to be able  to purchase this journal for me for my birthday.  It is a pity that I am hardly a writer but alas, for her, I will try to write everyday.  Today was very uneventful.  My daughter Elizabeth and I had just taken a small trip to the park for a picnic.  The geese had come very close to her for the bread she had fed them.

Ah, she is so good with animals that I often wonder if she can somehow...speak their language.  I wish I could so I could tell the coons to stop stealing from our garden.  After that went to the theater.  It was much fun, that is until I discovered she had fallen asleep.  I brought her home after that and tucked her into bed.  She is quite adorable when she sleeps.  How I love her so.

Entry#2 February 2, 1692

The town was in chaos today.  I went out to investigate to find that people were being hung today.  Although I'm not fond of viewing such events, I had this sudden curiosity.  I asked one of the young men beside me why there was a hanging today and do you know what the answer was?  Witchcraft.

At first I thought he was making a sort of joke if not a sick one at that to brighten up the gloomy mood.  As it turned out, however, he was quite serious.  I turned away and went back to work.  Witches?  Witchcraft?  Why those are things from fairy tales! What childish nonsense!  I'm sure this will all wear down soon enough and they'll all realize how mad they were for believing in such things.  I do feel sorry for those people that were hung though.  I pray for their safe journey to Heaven.

Entry#3 July 20, 1692

I have invited some guests over, along with their three daughters and son.  We had talked of many things while the children were playing outside.  One of which that arose was the topic of witches.  Who would be accused of witchcraft next?  I shook my head as I drank my tea.

I explained that this so-called witchcraft was simply fear and people's attempts at getting revenge on one another.  Simply pitiful.  They too agreed that it was nothing but fear and rubbish.  That is until a scream was heard from the backyard.  We all ran out to investigate.  One of the daughters was crying and holding her leg.  Her mother tended to her and asked what happened.

The daughter pointed accusingly at my daughter and said, "It was her!  She lifted the root from the ground to trip me!  She is a witch! She is trying to kill me!"  The mother looked at my daughter, then at her own, and then at me.  We decided that it was best that went home with the children and calmed them down.  My daughter?  A witch?  How preposterous!  This is simply getting out of hand.

Entry#4 July 27, 1692

Forgive me for not writing much this past week.  It is not that I have forgotten to write...it's just that...she...my daughter is...gone.  I just can't believe this.  How could this have happened?!  Why her?  Why... She was my pride and joy.  She held a piece of her mother that we had lost when her mother fell ill.  Now they've taken her away from me and my heart with them.  No...No...NO! NO! Just...no...
It's like a broken dream.  One moment she was there and the next...  This is too much to bear... I...I need to stop...and rest...

Entry#5 (Most of this entry had been torn off and thus the date is unknown)

...voices...they're everywhere...  She is everywhere...  She wants me...she NEEDS me...  I must find her...

Entry#6 (No date)

She is everywhere...all I see is her...  They look like her.  They sound like her.  But which one is her?  Who has her now?  I had searched through the woods.  Perhaps she had run away so she would be safe from the mad townsfolk.
I am currently writing this entry as I search, for if I die trying, at least someone will know what happened to me and thus, they can continue on the search for my missing daughter.

Entry#7 (Also no date)

I had awoken to see a pale cloaked figure hovering over me.  It lacked hair atop it's scalp and had cold silver eyes.  I screamed and scrambled away from it.  It stared at me still and almost seemed to be floating.
"I had heard about your misfortune," it said, "How you lost your daughter..."  I nodded slowly at it.  Being ready to run at any given moment.  "I can help help you find her you know...but how far are you willing to go...?" it asked.  I told it that I would do anything, even if it meant giving up my own life for her.
It smirked at me.  "Well then, I suppose we could make a contract," it said.  My eyes grew wide.  What was I getting myself into?  I asked it what it wanted me to do and how would it help me find my daughter.
"I do not ask for much.  Just the souls of every little girl who is revealed to not be your missing daughter.  If you do this for me then I will grant you youth.  Time shall not harm you or your health and thus, you may continue your search until the end of time." I stared hard at it.  All this sounded too good to be true.  Was it really so easy...?
"But of course...youth doesn't come easy...  Once it is lost, you must take someone elses to replace it," it continued.
"B-but...h-how do I...?" I stammered.
"You will know when it happens... You will know..." it answered as it handed me an old pocket watch, "Just open it up in front of the girl and it will take care of the rest."  With that it faded into mist right before my very eyes.  Is this just a dream...or am I tasting hell...?

Entry#8 (Most of the page has been torn off)

...not her.  Not mine.  I sniffed the air.  It suddenly smelled like roasted turkey with gravy.  I looked down at the girl.  No.  Something else.
Dinner.  I bit into the arm.  It tasted like a drumstick with just a bit of cranberry sauce on it.  Within just a few minutes I was halfway through.  I felt that I HAD to finish it.
Father always used to scold me for leaving any...leftovers.  Besides, who would possibly reject a feast like this...?  I have never eaten so well until this very day...

Entry#9 (Most of this page seems to have been torn off as well)
...back....  I'll find her.  I bet she tastes the sweetest.  I can hardly wait to have her with me once again.  To have her inside me...  We'll be together for as long as I live then...  Until the end of time.

Entry#10 (No date and the letters seem to be written in what may possibly be blood...or dark red ink...?)
I AM HERE DAUGHTER.  IF YOU FIND THIS THEN I WILL COME GET YOU.  I KNOW YOU ARE THERE.  YOU ARE EVERYWHERE.  AND ALWAYS WILL BE.  EVEN INSIDE ME.  COME TO ME.  COME TO FATHER.
...FATHER IS WAITING...

____________________________

                "I am hiding in a closet with this tape recorder on hand.  Whoever finds this tape will know the answer.  Stay away from this room.  Stay away from this house.  Most importantly...stay away from h-" she said.

                "Father is here!" said a male voice.  That is all that is left of what the police had found inside the house.  No one is sure where Milana is, or where the kidnapper is.  We may never know.  Just another cold case I suppose. Being a detective is difficult, but for my daughter's sake, I'll find him.
I pick up a scap of paper from the floor.  It has written in bright red lettering: FATHER IS HERE.  Just then, I hear footsteps behind me.  I barely turn before hearing him say, "YOU'VE RETURNED TO ME, WIFE."