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It was a lazy Saturday evening. I was staying up late, watching TV.

Suddenly the TV flashed to a news alert.

"We inturrupt this program for an announcement," The newsman said, "Abbie Ranger, age 6, has gone missing. She was last seen at 12:00 midnight sleeping. The family claims they heard loud crashing in Abbie's room, but when they got there she was gone and nothing had been touched. If you see Abbie Ranger, age 6, please call the local police department."

It switched back to NCIS, and I shivered and turned on a lamp. Alerts like that always give me chills. That and it was the middle of winter and negative degree weather wasn't common here.

I hear footsteps on the stairs. It must be my little sister, Abbie. I shiver again. Abbie, the same name as the girl who went missing. It was a good thing her last name was Smith and not Ranger.

"I hear something," Abbie whispered, her teddy bear in one hand and the other clutching the stair rail.

"It's probably the TV, Abbs," I say, picking her up, "Don't worry. Mom and dad will be back from the hospital soon. They're visiting Uncle John, remember?"

"I don't hear it in the house," She says, "I hear it in my body."

"Uh..." My stomach tightens, "You mean you hear it in your head right? It might just be a bad dream."

Her tiny finger points to her chest. "It echoes through here," She says.

Something about her changed. Her hair just seemed darker, then lighter, then even darker, nearly black. Her eyes didn't look like the cute green ones. They looked lighter, almost pale.

"How about I read you a story, ok?" I say, and take her upstairs, quivering all the way.

I read her favorite story, "Peaches the monkey."

"Peaches soon saw lots of trees. It got hotter. She was home!" I read aloud. "She swings through the trees with her friends. 'I love my home just as it is,' She says. The End."

I look and see that Abbie is alseep. Before closing the book, I look at the picture on more time. It was the same, but the words were different somehow. I gasped and threw the book at the wall when I read the changed words:

"She soon saw lots of houses. She crawled into someones home! She wanders downstairs, many soon to follow her path. 'I am waiting for you in the basement, just below your feet,' she says. The End."

Okay, somethign was obviousley not right. I run downstairs to the kitchen. I grab a knife and the portable house phone, just in case. My stomach was about to give up keeping my dinner down. I tasted it once, and I don't think the second time around will be as pleasant.

I sit down on the couch and start channel surfing. The first words of every channel I flipped to made me grip the knife.

"I... Am.... Right... Here..."

I tried again. No matter how fast I flipped the buttons, those words repeated themselves.

Then something whispered those exact same words into my ear.

I scream, not caring whether I wake up anyone or not. I throw the knife to the side, attempting to hit the sound, but ended up making a hole in the wall.

I grip the knife in my hand as I walk upstairs to check on my sister. She's moaning, like she had a sick stomach.

"Abbie! Abbie what's wrong?"

Abbie has no emotion on her face. She's stony, with her hair pitch black and her eyes pure white. She stares blankly at the wall and keeps moaning.

"Abbie! ABBIE! Talk to me! Are you ok? It's me, your sister!"

"No..." Her delicate body looked as if it would freeze, yet her veins bulged.

"Yes! Your my sister!" I scream. "Your my sister, Abbie Smith!"

Achoking sound came out of Abbie's mouth. Her hands flew up to her mouth as blood came pouring out. Something moved. Like a cat under a rug, something moved- From her stomach, to her chest, and up her throat.

"I am missing," She said in a gurgled voice. "Come and find me!" Devilish eyes replaced the pale ones as she followed me downstairs, screamng, "I am MISSING! COME AND FIIIIIIND MEEEE!"

I run into the linen closet and  slam the door shut. That's the last thing I remember before passing out.

"Jenny! Jenny, wake up!" A familiar voice called.

"Huh-whut?" I say, looking around me. Everything looked normal. Nothing was broken. My parents were checking me all over while my little sister, with her regular hair eyes and skin, was clutching her teddy bear in fright.

"Are you okay? What happened? You were trapped in the linen closet with a knife and... oh..." My mom was in hysterics.

"I'm fine mom," I say, standing up. "I must have sleep walked or something."

I go upstairs and check things out. There was no blood on the carped in Abbie's room. "Was it a dream?" I wonder aloud.

But those words she said will always aunt me, forever until I die.

''I am missing... come and find me.''