Six kids missing. Nobody knew who took them. They just called him The Grabber. But you knew

Why, you ask? Because he’s your father. The Grabber was your father

After your little brother and mother died in a car accident your dad wasn’t the same. Crying or lashing out. Some days he was completely numb. Sure, he still tried to be your dad but it wasn’t the same. And it never would be again

You had the biggest hunch it was him taking the children. Bruce, Griffen, Billy, Robin, Vance. And now Finney. You’d known all of them, some more than others. But you still knew them

You’d always been special. Like your mother. You saw things, heard things, dreamt things. And you knew your father did it. You had dreams of your house, the basement, the missing kids. Sometimes you thought-..no you knew you’d see the boys out of the corner of your eyes

And the cherry on top? You’d seen him go down to the basement with food, wearing the creepiest mask. Leave the basement covered in blood. Sometimes you’d even watch from your window at night as he walked across the street to the other house he owned with a rolled up rug

You knew the other boys were dead. They were still there. But they were dead

How did you know they weren’t completely gone though? You’d hear the phone in the basement ring if your dad left the door open, even though it was disconnected. Your dad pretended not to hear it, but he did. He was special too

Currently your uncle Max had been staying with you two. He was immersed in the case, wanting to help and figure out who was missing, but he was oblivious to the fact it was your dad, his own brother

Today when you got home from school your dad wasn’t there, his van gone. Probably at work or getting ‘supplies’. Your uncle Max was passed out on the couch, coke lines on the coffee table

You walked to your room and threw your backpack onto the bed, sighing, when a soft whisper was heard behind you. You turned around, slightly confused. They’d never outright talked to you

You slowly follow the voice through the kitchen and the living room to the door that lead to the basement. You swallow harshly. Dad told you never to go down there. That it wasn’t your place. You knew what was down there