The Vanished Mystery: The wind flows by softly as if taking away the traces of the girl who went missing. I always thought my father was telling me stupid stories. It's always a story about an old woman "Old Auntie" who's a ghost and lives on the outskirts of Granite Harbor, she was said to take girls every 50 years. I didn't think anything like that was true. I'm no gullible fish but, then my sister, my younger sister to be exact Emily Fhur had gone MISSING… That's right… What makes it worse is that we moved to Mount Washington, Massachusetts. I, Ekenay Fhur, Emily's brother had to go and find her. I was the only one who could But Let's start from where this captivating story begins.

It was sad to move. My mother died after she got T-boned by a drunk driver who was ruthlessly driving. Me and my sister Emily didn't have any thought of why dad had been so mourning over mom's picture. He hadn't told us, but later on we figured out my father had to get away from our loving farm in Vermont. "What! Why do we have to leave you can't just take us like a fish on a rod and what about mom! She'll be wondering where we a-" I said my father, James Fhur interrupted, "Pack your things, she isn't.. Coming back." He said the way he nearly chocked on his tears, his voice deeper then normal and a little more husky.. Tears were forming in his eyes as he half- heartedly grabbed a tissue from the table and moved to sit on the couch. There my sister was happily coming down stairs clutching her doll and a bag full of her toys and clothes. She stopped dead at the bottom seeing dad crying. She thought I had hurt him in some way.. Sadly I knew I did something deep down but.. I just couldn't pull a string.. She hit me with her bag over and over, It was hard and rough with her favorite toys and her shoes the clothes slightly cushioned the hits."How dare you! How dare you make daddy cry!" She yelled I saw tears forming in her eyes to.. What could I have done to make today so bad.. so unhappy why did everyone have the feel and need to cry.. What could I have possibly done wrong? I just can't I'm awkward in these type of things, "Great now you're crying to brat.." I didn't know what else to say I have to be honest I was scared.. "Em.. It's okay He didn't do anything dear.. We should be going at 4:00 tommrow.." He said getting up to go upstairs.. I felt a cold dread in my stomach like I did something wrong.. For some reason I couldn't connect or help anyone at all today, it's like all I can do is make them cry and cry.. I just don't feel right sometimes..

Me and my sister sat at the table to eat anything early dinner. My father suddenly sits up calmly not abruptly but, calmer.. As if he was scared to sit down alone. "Kids.. I know you don't wanna move now but I have to get away from all these memories of your mother for a while.." He said, his voice cracking slightly on the last word, "Why..?" I said I didn't let him awenser nor speak yet, "What's wrong with ma.. Why hasn't she come home for 3 days pa..? What happen?" I said to him but my sister changed the subject, "Daddy can I have more meat and sauce for my noodles?" She nor I were aware about what dad was going to blurt out at that moment. As dad moved to pour more sauce in Emily's bowl he looked at me with teary eyes. "Ekenay.. Emily…" He never used our full named he would say

Something like Em or Eke or Nay and LY but… It was different this time… He never used our full name unless it was something bad… At that moment I knew I just knew something had gone terribly wrong… "What is it…?" I said… My voice shaking and holding a hint of fear… "You're mother… Isn't coming back… She… Got… T-boned while driving to work… I know it's hard but… We can't stay in this silence …" At that moment I felt my heart drop to my stomach…

There when my father had said that I remembered when I was helping my mother Madelyn Fhur pick the fresh crops and flowers back at the garden. I was chuckling and laughing with her, She was always singing this beautiful song, "Don't fall in love with a sailor boy, a sailor boy, a sailor boy." She went on to humming the song, it was a mournful tune that always helped my father sleep when we were done picking the garden she ate a few raspberries, and they did bring a reddish tinge to her lips. She chuckled and made herself a mustache, "I am James Fhur." She said trying to play father, I laughed heartily, and she kissed my cheek with a red stain covering the scar that I got as a kid. Long story short I was playing and fell onto a rattle snake. That was the last kiss she gave me. It let me know she loved me either way. "I love you ma." I said in a heart loving voice, "I love you to my sugar, Just as much as I love your father and sister." She said, pulling me into a tight and warm hug it was a few minutes I savored it. Waited and waited holding her close. "Thank you ma." I say Savoring her touch and the way she strokes my hair. As we walked to the car to drop off the crops and flowers at the store. My mother brushed my brown hair out of my face my mismatched green and gray eyes glistening softly. My mother benefit a lot from the sell…. Little did I know I wouldn't see her again…

I don't know why, but I wanted to move, but then my father said where we were going, and I swear time froze itself. "GRANITE HARBOR!" I yelled, dad nearly spat out his coffee because of how loud I yelled. I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors 2 houses down heard me. "Ekenay Fenian Fhur. Do not yell, your perfectly fine it's just a story." He said, he sounded disappointed. "Really. You're going to act like Emily isn't going to be scared. Like she doesn't exist? She knows that story like her damn doll." I said I knew Emily wouldn't be happy at all, if happy or upset wasn't a word let's say, TERRIFIED… " Ekenay! Do not use that language! Go to your room now!" I didn't want to move at all. Now I just wanted to stay right here and take care of the maple trees, the chickens, the birds, Everything! It was all mine. Later that night it was a dreadful silence… My father slept downstairs on the couch because he didn't want to have any dreams about my mother. It terrified him just to feel or think about her now… I knew it hurt, I get out of my own bed upstairs rubbing my eyes moving my soft brown hair out of the view of my mismatched green and gray eyes. I peek into my sister's room and see her doll in the dang window staring right at me… What the Hell I thought maybe it was just something weird… Then I look closer, and it terrified me at what I saw…

It's not like I was afraid of dolls. Although I happen to have a huge phobia of small holes put together... If anything You'd better call for a trip to the hospital... That's how bad it would be if I was in the sight of them. "Oh my god..." I mumbled, in the dolls hand was a paper with small holed poked purposely next to eachother. They were practically smashed together. I turned pale instantly, my dad started coming upstairs to make sure me and Emily were asleep. My sister always sleeps with her Ruby doll... Why would it be sitting in her window with a paper of what I fear and hate so much... Was it alive...? What U just noticed to is Why does it look like my sister...? Those green eyes... That red hair has the same soft curls in Emily's hair... Even her soft red cheeks... The gleam of the moon caught the dolls emerlad green wide eyes and some of it's pale face. For some reason I started seeing endless holes... I was about to black out. My dad reaches out the top of the stairs and immediately looks alarmed by the sight of me. He didn't know what caused it or what had just happen but he knows somethings wrong, and they fact I'm about to pass out. "EKEN-" By the time he only halfway said my name my vision blurred and turned black. I had passed out nearly hitting the ground but, my dad caught me in time. He help me up against him by my waist he didn't notice the movement of the doll. It was the start of a strange awakening, my dad quickly rushed me to the car woke up Emily and drove as fast as he legally could to the hospital.