Story time. This is something I have been thinking about for the last couple days and I wanted to share it.
When I was in kindergarten I was friends with a girl who lived on my street named Tori. She was super energetic and outgoing and just all around awesome to hang out with. Every day my mom would walk the two of us to school, and her mom would walk us home, until she just disappeared without warning.
It normal the day before. I played at her house after school and everything was where it had always been. I distinctly remember watching Brother Bear in her play room.
The next morning me and my mom walked over to her house so we could walk to school like always, but when we knocked on the door nobody answered. We stood around for a few minutes waiting, but still nothing. Finally my mom decided to try the door handle. It was unlocked. We looked around, but there was nothing and nobody in the house. All their furniture, belongings, everything, it was all gone.