The Lingering Silence

This was David's room, always filled with laughter and sunlight. A place of

innocent dreams. Then came that night. A night when the silence stretched,

and something shifted. We searched every corner of the house, calling his name,

but only echoes answered. Beneath his bed, we found this. A chilling glimpse

into his last moments. A cold dread began to settle in.

The unsettling feeling of being watched, always. Then the whispers started,

just at the edge of hearing, like a broken melody. That's when we

truly understood. David wasn't just missing. He was taken.