Find Ryan Derby.
My name is Rachel Derby.
My twin brother, Ryan, has been missing for four months. He disappeared on a town-funded expedition to view the April 8th eclipse. Police reports claim he disappeared in Missouri. They say it's not their jurisdiction.
That's bullshit, and they know it.
Ryan didn't disappear in Missouri. He saw the eclipse. They told me that he was gone afterwards and they didn't notice till the bus broke down on the way back. But the people on the bus saw him get back on. He was there till the bus broke down. People saw him listening to music. Then he was gone. He disappeared right here in Connecticut. Less than an hour from his home.
I'm being lied to.
I tried to sue the township, but the suit fell through, and now I don't have money for a lawyer. All of my friends are avoiding me. My mom won't even talk about Ryan. The police called off the investigation. Everyone's ignoring the fact he just vanished into thin air. Everyone but me.
They're hiding something.
I perceive their deception in the way my mother looks over my head when I bring up Ryan, unable to meet my gaze. I sense it in the way my friends will sometimes share a look when I ask them to help me investigate. I feel it in the air, when I catch a glimpse of something among the trees.
Something isn't right about all of this.
Unusual activity is not uncommon in our family. Our grandma was a practitioner of ancient Jewish mysticism, taught to her by old, distant relatives back during World War II. I'm actually named after her. She supposedly summoned and spoke to angels. And while I'm not quite sure I believe that, I will admit her house always seemed full of mysterious presences. I am not ready to say Ryan disappeared under paranormal circumstances, but I do believe something's very seriously wrong about all of this. Beyond the average wrongness.
Ryan had a serious case of xylophobia- so did our grandma- and not without undue cause. The woods in our area are known to be unsafe, to the point where camping isn't allowed without special permits. In addition, he had a semi-traumatic experience in the woods near our home some fifteen years ago. But when he was last seen, he was walking directly into the woods he so feared.
And now the forest feels evil.
I am launching an investigation into Ryan's disappearance. I will regularly update this blog with my findings. He was last sighted on the roadside an hour away from Blue Star, near White Cross. If anyone has any information, contact me at [email protected].
