Disappearances
It was a dark night on Avondale Ln. The wind was whistling like a ghost and the moon was full. Then the wind blew louder and louder as if screaming, leaves rustled, the street lamps flickered on and off and finally blew out. Suddenly it became silent, so silent you could hear a needle drop. Then there was a shrill scream bellowing through the neighborhood.
The next morning the street was silent. No one came in or out of the house or turned on lights. In the afternoon the paper came but no one came out to get it. Day past and there were no signs of life.
To be continued...
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