I came outside on that warm summer day where I found that little boy. It may have been better had I died before that moment but I never would have found life.

“Will you play with me?” he said quietly. He looked so sad and alone I couldn’t refuse. We went to a soccer field that I had never seen before and began to play.

It may have been an hour or a minute before he came. A huge bear suddenly came right up to me. My first reaction was to protect that boy, but he was suddenly beside it.

The boy’s face showed no sign of fear but you could tell they could both see it on mine. “The bear belongs to me. Do you trust me?” as he said this last sentence his face took on an evil grin and a look of warning if I even thought to say no.

“Y-y-yes-s.” I stuttered out, wishing so much I could dare to say no.

“Yes what”

“I-I-I trust you.” I was shaking terribly

“Then do as the bear says, and don’t say another word, and you will live.” The boy said spitefully. I dared not make eye contact with the bear so I looked at the ground.

A deep, dark, and cold voice said to me, “turn around and walk, if you start the wrong direction I will push you right.” I turned quickly around but I was slow to take that first step. He nudged me.

After what seemed like a lifetime we came to the parking lot. I was pushed to the edge of a long dirt path that acted as an island in the lot. The boy was digging a small hole.

“Empty your pockets and remove all your jewelry.” Said the bear.  I did and the boy took it and put it in the hole. Before the boy had finished the bear was pushing me toward one of the cars in the parking lot. The boy ran up and opened the trunk. The bear prepared to push.

“WAIT! Please, I don’t understand, why are you doing this?” I pleaded desperately.

“You cannot know and you will never understand.” Said the boy coldly. The bear pushed and I fell into complete darkness.

-Jenna

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It’s been nearly a week since the missing person report came in, and we have no lead. None whatsoever, whoever is responsible for this is really good at covering their tracks. The only thing we can really give at this time is that we’re sure that her cell phone was left behind. It rang or a couple of days but now we assume that the battery is dead. If anyone has found a small Samsung flip phone with a cherry faceplate cover, please notify authorities immediately. It may be the only thing out there to help us find this girl.

-Officer Neals

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I already had a lot on my mind that day, you see, Jenna and I had attended the same church and it was just sad.

That day my family had volunteered to clean the church. My dad asked me to take the garbage out to the dumpster. With all my might I lifted it up and dropped it in. As it dropped, I heard a weak moan.

I ran inside screaming. My dad stopped me, “what’s wrong honey?” he said.

“Someone’s in the garbage!”

He gave me a hug and went to check. He acted as though he was checking just so I would feel better. My mom, my brother, and I followed him.

Being such a tall man he peered over into the garbage. Without a second thought he leaped in and called out, “Get an ambulance!”

Everyone reacted so quickly. My mom was instantly on the phone with the police and my brother was helping my dad pull Jenna out of the garbage.

-Nicole

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When the paramedics brought her in they hadn’t done much. She was on an oxygen tank but they had no idea what else to do. In truth, neither did I. Her skin was so cold that you could easily believe she was dead, but her heart was beating at an extremely high rate. It would begin to slow down but exactly every 84 minutes it would speed up again like she had been scared. She was also suffering from malnutrition, but that one was expected.

So we got an IV in her, we got her heart rate down and her body temperature up but the only other thing we could do was wait.

-Dr. Rhine

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Jenna became a permanent part of my ward within a week of her arrival at the hospital. Dr. Rhine and I agreed that it would be best that she be put in the psychiatric ward until we could find what caused the outbursts in an exact time frame.

Every time I ask her why, she starts screaming how they tricked her and how she can’t tell because they said she couldn’t.  “I’ll die” she says.

We keep her in solitary and she is restrained every time one of her attacks is coming on. She has visitors almost every day. They come in to see her and read her bible verses and tell her word of encouragement. Most of them won’t sit through one of her fits, it makes them uncomfortable and they don’t have to see it.

Some of them actually do sit through and tell her that she cannot die because she will live eternally. Unfortunately nothing they do is helpful, she is showing no improvement.

-Dr. Shaw

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He came and woke me up. I suddenly found myself in a dark room, but nearly so dark as the darkness I had just come up out of. I found that I couldn’t move because of straps on my arms. I suddenly became scared of what they were going to do next.

A deep voice rang out of the room, not a cold and mean voice like the bears, but a warm, soothing voice. It said, “Do not be afraid for I am with you.”

The cold chill that had clung to my heart was suddenly lifted from me and I could bring in a deep breath. “Who are you?” I asked.

“I have waited long for you.” He said.

Suddenly everything that I had known about God became truth to me, not just a story they repeated over and over on Sunday morning. It was all real and I believed.

It suddenly felt as if the morning light exploded through me, all my fears and pain had been taken away. I no longer was afraid to tell the doctor what scared me, even though they told me I would die.

All this happened last night and I will tell the doctor as soon as he comes in.

-Jenna

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All of the above information came from direct interviews done by myself, all except for Jenna’s. All of her writings came off of the wall of her room where she died trying to explain the situation to her doctor.

The cause of death was determined to be a brain aneurysm caused by an unknown microchip that disintegrated when it was removed. This has been a Youth Life report.

- Reporter

                     

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