Sparklzz woke up to hear the sounds of a car screeching outside. "Dumb teenagers, never stop at the stopside" she said to herself. She put her head back on the pillow and fell asleep. The next morning her husband came in yelling "She's gone!! Missy's gone!!". Sparklzz immediately ran to Missy's room, where indeed she was not there. Jazzman was already on the phone with the police, while Sparklzz ran through the house yelling Missy's name. Sparklzz then ran to all the neighbors houses as well. She rang Renee's, missy's best friend and neighbors door. Renee's mother, Lois, answered the door. "Oh my god, Sparklzz whats wrong?" she asked. "Missy's gone. She's not in her bed! Is she here-do you know where she is?!" Sparklzz asked in a crazed mood. "Oh my god what? No she's not here. I'll help you look for her ok? Just let me get my coat" Lois said as she got her coat and left a note on the door. They went to every house for 5 blocks and no one knew anything. Finally they went back to Sparklzz home. The police were already there and they were questioning Jazzman. "Honey!" Jazzman yelled as he hugged his wife. "Are you Mrs. Preen?" The officer asked. "Yes please just find my daughter. I'm begging you just find her please" She broke down into a mess of sobs. All day they were questioned by the police and their house was filled with recording's and the press were all over the lovely neighborhood in which they lived. Later that night Jazzman was in the living room, drinking some scotch. He couldn't handle it. Sparklzz was in the kitchen just sitting staring into the nothingness that became her. "Its all my fault she" she said to herself. "What?" her husband yelled from the other room. "Its all my fault!" she said louder. "I should have just let her stay at the party. She was safer there then in her own home...oh god" she started to cry as she was realizing this. "How could I let this happen. It's all my fault its all my fault" she fell to the floor. Jazzman ran in and hugged her tightly "We'll get through this, don't worry. We'll find her, don't worry". The next morning the cops were at their place again, picking up more evidence, and questioning more people. Then their phone rang. Sparklzz didn't think anything of it, but it was the call that would change her life. "Hello" she said. There was silence then "I'm sorry, she's dead" and then a click. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author: 54532 ( Click here )
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