I turn the TV down, I'm tired of hearing it. "The Countdown," it's been going on for days now. Nineteen days to be exact, nineteen days for 19 bodies.

19 children gone, vanished, disappeared, no trace of the killer, no evidence, no anything. Not even a body.

Ugh.

Ding! A sharp noise comes from my phone.

Be over in 20

Luke! Our date! I almost forgot, grabbing my phone I run up the stairs. I tug on the red dress that I had laid out on my chair earlier. I slam it over my head and throw my hairbrush at the huge fluff ball I call my hair.

I slip on some black converse and head downstairs. My mom is the kitchen, TV turned back up. She's been really over protective recently because of all this.

"I'm going out with Luke." She looks a little distressed but nods anyway.

"Call me at 5?"

"Sure."

I head out the door, and there is Luke waiting in his car.

I get in.

"Tell me where we're going?" I ask.

"No, unless we play a game."

"Ugh, fine."

"Ok, 19 Questions, just start."

"Where are we going?" I question playfully.

"Cheater, number two."

"Is it outside?"

"Yep, number 3."

"Have I been there before?"

"Probably, I'm sure. Ok, number four!"

"Are there a lot of people there?"

"Yes! Number... um what was it? Oh yeah, 5."

"Anyone I know?"

"Most people in town know someone there, numero seis."

Ok, that doesn't make much sense, but when does Luke ever make sense?

"Is it... a party?"

"Nope, number -- drumroll, please -- 7." He says sarcastically.

"Ha ha, is it in town?"

"No, number eh, eh, eight!"

"Ok, so it's outdoors, but not a party, I probably know at least one person there, and it's outside of town?" I ask out loud.

"Hmm, all that sounds right. Number 9."

"Hey! That doesn't count!" I huff. But he doesn't care.

"Is it beyond the tracks?"

"Yes, number ten."

"Near Hangman's Creek?"

"Yes, number 11."

For some reason he's more serious now.

I watch in silence as he pulls onto the dirt road, not to far away from the creek.*

"The graveyard?"

"Yes. Twelve."

"What are we doing --"

"That's a surprise. 13."

He stops the car and climbs out, his 6'7 frame too big for the small car. I leap out too, but my five foot size doesn't give me any trouble.

I look down, inspecting my surroundings. I see a freshly dug hole and 19 newly filled ones.

"What happened, a bunch o' old people eat some bad prunes?"

Then, something clicks, 19 holes, 19 missing kids.

"I don't know, but you have four questions left."

His voice sounds odd.

"Do you know anything about... whatever is going on here?"

"No, I know everything about it. 15."

"Did they ever find those kids?"

"Not that I'm aware of, sixteen."

"What?!?"

"I said, 'Not that I'm aware of.' 17."

"Why are we here?"

"I have something to bury. Eighteen."

"Who are you burying?"

"You."

That's the last thing I remember before waking up in this odd box shaped hole where I can't see, can't breathe, can't move.

"Where am I?"

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"Hello, and welcome to News Channel 3. Breaking news, a 20th child has disappeared. One question they're all asking is: Where are they?"