Seeing her face every time I close my eyes, I have given up sleeping completely. It has been two weeks now and the sweltering heat is making my temper boil. As I watch a little boy of about 8 years old, cross the street by the courthouse, I wait patiently for a man named Jim Davidson to show up.
Thing is, as I sit here reading the news on the newspaper’s website, I have noticed something odd about this quiet little place. For a small town like Mount Pleasant, Michigan, there sure are a lot of little children missing from their own backyards. And that is only the tip of the iceberg, because once I started digging, I found out that children have disappeared here for centuries without anyone ever finding them again.
So, what is so different about this place? Why would she show up
