Exiting the school website, I began to stroll down my search, looking for an obituary for him or a police report of his death, but to my surprise nothing was coming up. “That’s weird. There’s no obituary for Ethan Ryder on the web.”
“Maybe the family wanted to keep it private.” Mazie implied, but that wasn’t how things worked, at least not where I was from, but I guess this was a small town, and things could be done differently here.
Turning my phone off, I let out a huff of frustration, as I hit a brick wall to find out what happened to Ethan, and nowhere closer to finding out what that thing was that stalked me in the locker room. The one thing I did know was that this thing was lurking somewhere within Beaumont, because if it had been here when my mother lived here, then it wasn’t g
