Hide and Seek Part 1

s. Calling for me. But the

find us Papa!

millennia. The coming of the year 1900 was rough for us as it is the first New Year celebration we will have since the loss of my wife. Oddly enough... it wa

of dinner almost a half hour ago. I call for her. Loud enough to hear each letter echo through the rafters of the manor. I receive no response. No presence. Not even a slight shuffle of her feet along c

e grand staircase as the daylight quickly begins to fade away into darkness so the first thing I do is walk to our coat closet to grab a lantern as to find my away around. The constant call of my children is quickly drowned out by the loud ringing of our dining room phone. I proceed to make my way to the phone and pick up where I am met with nothing but faint grunts and the groans of what sounds to be an adult male. Before I can utter a single word, the call is disconnected. I quickly focus my attention on the