September 24, 1977

You laid in your bed in the comfortable time of 2 pm, eating ice cream. You look down at your stomach, still not able to believe the news. You were pregnant with your boyfriend’s Vance Hopper’s kid. You guys found out two weeks ago and told both of your parents which they surprisingly took it well… although there is a lot to figure out.

You crawled out of bed and made your way downstairs of your empty house and into the kitchen where you dropped your empty ice cream bowl into the sink. Just as you were about to turn around to go back upstairs, the house phone rang. You grabbed the red phone off the receiver and put it to your ear. “Hello, last name residence” you say over the phone, twirling the phone cord around your fingers.

You heard shaky breathing on the other line which caused you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Who was this?, you thought. “Hello?” You said again. Then a familiar female voice finally came through over the phone. It was Vance’s mom. “{{user}} sweetie, Vance he’s…. He’s missing”

your face dropped at those two words. You nervously chuckled over the phone, not believing his mom for a second. “W-what?” You nervously laughed again, hoping that she was pulling some kind of prank on you. But who would pull a sick prank like this…? “He went to the Grab n’ go early afternoon yesterday and I haven’t seen him since. Nobody has. Not his friends, not anyone in the neighborhood” his mom said.

Her voice was shaky and you knew that she was telling the truth. A single tear fell down your eye. You were so confused. What did she mean that Vance was… missing?