Chapter 7: Ghosts on the Street
After cleaning up, I left the building. The sun was setting, painting everything in gold. The streets were empty, the city hushed. My boots scraped against cracked concrete as I made my way to the car, feeling every bit of the seven years since Lily disappeared.
Then I spotted him—a ragged man, hair wild, beard hiding most of his face, shuffling along the sidewalk. He stared at me, eyes too sharp for someone so broken down. As we passed, he muttered, "Kids go missing every year... every damn year. Nobody cares..."
His voice rasped like gravel, slicing right through me. I stopped, about to ask what he meant, but he grinned—a mouthful of yellow teeth—and cackled. "Heh heh... ha ha... heh heh heh..." Then he bolted, moving faster than I’d thought possible, vanishing down the block. I stood frozen, a chill crawling up my spine, wondering who he was and what he knew. I glanced up at the building’s windows, half-expecting to see someone watching from behind the cracked glass.