Chapter 2
Now I can no longer find Grace, I immediately alert my husband. I can't find Grace, she was here just now. Three kids, where are they? Now I am worried… The kids outside are beginning to find out that something is wrong, it's becoming quiet. My friends join in the search, everyone looking everywhere their eyes find to look. My friend can't find her daughter, Georgia. They all were just there, I saw them before I went inside to get the pizza, my eyes are everywhere. Where are you all? I walk to my husband, I think we need to call 911. He says okay… I'm calling 911, I dial the number, report to them what happened and I go back to searching. We've all looked everywhere, I am crying, I can't fight the tears, even my husband has a worried look on his face. There's trouble! Where can these kids be? Can something have happened to them? Now I'm having all sorts of thoughts in my head, Oh Lord, please keep these kids safe. The police have arrived and we are beginning to put calls across to the parents that brought their kids and have other things to take care of, they need to come take their kids. Now we can't find four kids. I'm devastated. All I can do now is pray to God to keep them safe wherever they are. It's getting dark, the parents have come to pick their kids and show care and sympathy for the lost ones, and pray that we find them safe. I've said more Amens in two hours than I've said my whole life. The police are looking everywhere, I can't search again, My eyes are too heavy, where are these kids? I can't stop asking.
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It's 10:30pm, the police also already looked everywhere in the house, and by now they've raised an alarm for missing kids. If by tomorrow morning we can't find them, we might have to get their pictures on the posters. Oh no God this is not happening to me! The police are in the neighborhood, searching every nook and cranny, consoling us. I don't know how to console my friend whose daughter is also missing. She's crying and wailing, I can't stop telling God to help me bring them home safely.
It's 5am. My friend's husband, Fred, is here, my husband is as exhausted as I am, I can tell. Even though he's still very active. It's day break and we need to clear all the birthday party games set up, they need a ladder to climb. The ladder is in the basement, this is the point where I ask myself, did anyone check inside the basement? My husband- I'm not sure, I didn't check. Oh No! I didn't check either! Oh how did we forget the basement? We hardly use our basement, we hardly go there, but I still do not know how I did not remember to check the basement. My husband runs to the basement, I follow and my friend is right behind me. My husband is now in the basement and the kids are right there in the basement, they have been there all night. I found my little Presley lying down helplessly. Grace, she was just outside playing, I sent her inside to look for her brother and sister. She must have come down to the basement when she couldn't find them in the house, she's still breathing, Georgia is also lying helplessly, and Allan is there too, we find him sitting with his back against the wall, burying his face in his knees, Allan is alive too. Allan raises his head and he looks as though he just finished feeding. With blood splattered all over his face. Allan has blood in his teeth, his mouth, someone calls 911. I can't wrap my head around what I'm seeing, what's going on? I have thoughts coming to my head, did Allan feed on the kids? Did he eat them, the ambulance is here so they are taking the kids out. Is my adorable Presley gone? I do not want to believe what my mind is telling me, and I'm soooo arguing with my eyes. This cannot be, I need an explanation, someone has to explain this to me. I need to know what happened, how they got there, how and why Allan looks as if he just finished feeding on his sisters and Georgia?
I Need an Explanation ******
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They have all been taken to the hospital, my adorable little girl Presley must not die, I need a miracle now more than ever before. I can't stay put, I've called God more than I have called him my whole life. It was supposed to be a birthday party, a peaceful one. My birthday girl is peaceful, she loves people. Why would this happen to her? Why would this happen on her birthday?
Georgia was only here to celebrate with her, she was here to have fun, not get killed. How will I ever be able to look at my friend knowing that her child was killed on my child's birthday? Oh my dear friend Linda! None of the kids have been confirmed dead so that is a relief. My husband, Linda and I are at the hospital. We are waiting for the doctors to come see us, tell us the condition of the four children. My husband calls Arielle to let her know what has happened and the current situation of things. My husband says Arielle is already on her way to the hospital. God, let the kids come out in a good condition. Grace my baby… I keep thinking about all of the kids, my mind keeps asking me questions I do not have answers to. How do I know how they got there or what they are doing down in the basement, or how is there blood all over Allan's face and mouth as evidence that he devoured them? I don't know what to think, Allan is my step son yes, but that makes him my son too, he is a big brother to my two daughters