It had been 8 hours and 10 minutes since I've been missing. It's also the amount of time I've been sitting in a chair tied up looking at a tv screen. My parents, teachers and my face were all over the news. I was right here and they couldn't see me. I was scared, anxious and confused. Where was he and why did he take me? I just pictured that eerie smiled and dark eyes. What did he want from me? Every time I would hear my parents voices on tv begging and pleading for the kidnapper to bring me back, a tear would fall down my face. I just wanted to go home. I wanted to be with my family. I didn't want to end up being another missing kid.
As I'm watching the news I suddenly hear loud footsteps coming from behind me. I was paralyzed. The room seem to have gotten darker and smaller. The footsteps got closer and closer. He was so close to me I started to feel him breathing on my neck. My arms began to feel weak and tight. He began to start mumbling something. It almost sounded demonic, like he was possessed. I will never forget what happens next. He turned his head, looked at me and smiled with the most terrifying look I've ever seen. Right then, I knew I had to get out of there quick and fast or my family would never see me again.