I've been back from the hospital for a week. I have this strange feeling something weird is going on. I walked by the window and saw a tall, dark figure run past a tree. I couldn't see his/her face because he was wearing
all black. Prince has been calling to check on me, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell him something might be wrong.

I decided to tell my dad about it.
"Hey dad, I've been seeing this tall, dark figure around the house for a while. I'm starting to get worried."
"Don't worry about it, it's probably a figment of your imagination.
"I thought you were a figment of my imagination but here you are."
"Hahaha. Very funny. Just relax, nothing is going to happen. If it makes you feel better, I'll tell Paul to call the rest of the security guards to come and keep watch."
"You can't, remember?"
"Oh yeah. How about you just call them?"
"Ok."

I went to go call the rest of the security guards. They couldn't come today since it was so late in the day. So they decided to come tomorrow. I had to keep a close eye on Blanket. It seems nobody feels anything else is wrong, but I know something is up.

I was starting to get sleepy. So I went upstairs to change my clothes before I took a little nap.

"Hhhhhheeeeellllllllpppppp!!"

That sounded like Blanket. I hurried up and put on my shirt then rushed to Blanket's room to see why he was yelling.

I got to his room, but the door was locked. So I quickly ran down the steps to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, ran back up to the door, and stabbed a hole in it. Big enough for my hand to fit through. I stuck my hand in the hole and unlocked the door. Blanket was nowhere to be found, but his window was open. I looked out the window and saw Blanket being dragged by the same figure I had seen earlier. He looked up at me.

"Hhhhhhheeeeeelllllpppppp mmmmmeeee!!!!"
"Don't worry. I'm coming for you."

I ran to the living room and saw dad sitting on the couch watching Spongebob. I can't believe he didn't hear that.

"Dad. Blanket was just kidnapped!"
"What? By who?"
"That same figure I saw earlier today."
"Aww man. Ok... Call Prince, he can help us."
"Ok."

I grabbed the phone and dialed Prince's number. After the fourth ring, he finally answered.

"Hello?"
"Oh thank God you answered."
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Blanket was kidnapped. I need you to help me look for him."
"I can't come. But I can help you over the phone."
"How in the world can you help me over the phone?!"
"Ok. Calm down."
"Our baby brother is missing and all you can say is calm down?!"
"Look. In order to find a kidnapper, you have to think like a kidnapper. Now who kidnapped him?
"I don't know. But I have a feeling it was Conrad Murray."
"Why would you say that? He's in jail."
"He could've escaped. When I fell out that tree, I saw him at the hospital."
"Ok. Where would he go? Sorry, I gotta go. Call me if you find something out."
"Ugghhh. Ok, bye. Thanks."
"No problem. Bye."

Prince was right. Where would he go?
Any kidnapper would take their victim to the basement of the house. I just need to look up where he lives. I got my computer and typed in "Conrad Murray's Address" and I found it. 4547 WestChester Boulevard.

"Dad. I have an idea where he is."
"Great. Let's go."
"First let me get my mask."

I grabbed my mask which was on the table and walked out the door. Blanket, here I come.