I quickly grabbed my things, rushing in, not caring about traffic. Hell was I going to let another person die on my watch. Pure adrenaline pumped through my veins as I raced over to her house, and burst through her front door. There was a loud clanging in the kitchen and I ran in as fast as I could.

I saw a shape dart behind the counter and I chased after it, pulling out my gun. As I turned behind the counter, I took my aim, but I was staring in the eyes of a kitten.

"Carly? Where are you?" I asked "It's okay, it was just a cat."

"Oh thank god," Carly said from the living room.

I walked in to find her coming out from behind the couch.

"I'm so sorry Chris, I think it's just the nerves. How did a cat get in here?"

"Don't worry about it, it's completely understandable, just try and get some sleep."

I headed back over to the station. Rosemary looked at me like I had just come back from war. Like I was a soldier, and she wanted to ask me what happened, but didn't want to stir up old unwanted memories.

"It was a false alarm."

Rose visibly relaxed, her shoulders drooping. I went back over to my desk and opened my email, hoping to find more news on what had happened to the Charlestons. It hadn't really sunk in that they were gone. I grew up with Peter and Kylie, the couple. They had gone to my elementary, middle and high school. I didn't really imagine a world without them, I thought it wouldn't make much of a difference. We were never close, of course I knew them, but this was Bell Acres, our population barely topped a thousand, everyone knew everyone.

I realized at that moment, someone could wipe our town off of the map completely, and no one would probably notice we were even gone. We would just be a memory, if even that. A whisper in history like the Roanoke Indian tribe. That's when I really got chills.

"Rose, I'm going to go for a walk, get some fresh air, maybe a cup of coffee, you want anything?"

"I'm good dear, take your time."

I stepped outside. As I walked down the street, I could feel the leaves crunching beneath my feet, and the air stinging my nose as I breathed in. I also felt a strange presence behind me, like something was following me. I quickly turned around, hoping to see nothing. And nothing I saw. I shook off my nerves and headed to the coffee shop, at a slightly faster paced.

I walked inside and a gust of warm air greeted me along with the smell of coffee. I had often wished a Starbucks or something easy would be built here, but we were too small of a town. Instead we had a weird hipster coffee shop, made to impress tourists into thinking we were some sort of aesthetically pleasing small town.

I ordered my usual, because I had figured out one thing off of the menu I liked, and proceeded to get that every day instead of trying to figure out the rest of it. I left and as soon as I walked back outside, I felt the presence again, and resumed my speed walk back to the station.

I came back in and Rose shot me a surprised look.

"Since when do you take less than an hour on your breaks?" She asked.

"Things are changing Rose, real quick."

She squinted at me, and then got back to work. I went into my office, and checked my email again. I knew it was but my anxiety had such a hold on me that I couldn't think ot do anything else, and was stuck in a compulsive loop of checking emails, then voicemails even though the phone hadn't even rang, and then faxes which no one really sent anymore. Finally at 5:07, I got an email. They said off of one of the chromosomes, they were able to identify that the person had blonde hair.

I shot them an email back right away. Peter had red hair, and Kylie was brunette. I couldn't have been either of them. Their kids had brown hair too, but they were gone too. It wasn't theirs, so it was probably the killer. I remembered Peter being on Varsity wrestling throughout high school. He was a tough guy, and it looked like he gave the killer a run for his money.

After that, I walked home, and halfway through my walk, it began to rain. I walked in and took a hot shower, to warm up and calm my nerves. After, I laid in bed and tried to get some sleep, but it avoided me, like oil repelling water. Frustrated I walked around my empty house, looking for something to do, something just to take my mind off of things. Eventually, I just collapsed onto my bed, falling asleep to the sound of rain falling on my window.

I woke up to my phone ringing. I looked over at my alarm clock, it read 12:00, but the light was blinking. The power must have gone out last night, resetting the clock. I went over to the phone, groaning inwardly. As I stood next to it, my intuition told me not to pick it up, that something was wrong. I pushed the feeling away and took the phone off the receiver.

"Chris Forrest, who's speaking?" I asked.

"It's Mills, look sir I know I shouldn't be calling you while you're off duty, but I don't think anyone's at the station. It's the Harrison's sir, they've disappeared."

I slammed the phone down and got in my car, not bothering to get dressed, not bothering to grab a gun, only looking to get to the Harrison's house as fast as I could. I jumped into my car, fumbled with my keys and started it. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion, like I was moving through jello. I got to the house in four minutes, although it certainly felt like more than that. 

A/N: Guess who's 3 for 3, ya girl woot woot! Although none of this is what I wrote today, and nooooooone of what I wrote yesterday I wrote then either. Like basically I have four more (ish) chapters written so yeah boi.