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Name: Madison Barenger Age: 16 Height: 5'4" Weight: 110 lbs Eye color :Brown Date of Birth: May 1, 1956 Last seen: After school, walking home with friends. She then left them, to go to the market. Was wearing a blue skirt and a white jacket, white pattened leather slippers and a blue blouse. |
| Madison is believed to have disappeared between 5 :30 Pm and 7 pm. She had been out with friends afterschool, and after going over one friends house, she then told them that she had to go to the store to pick up milk at the store for her mother. She is repotedly to have then been seen at the grocery store buying groceries. She left from there at about 5:30 and has not been seen by anyone sence. If you have seen Madison, or you haave any information of her where abouts please contact the local sherifs department. |
| Missing Teen |
| I don't know why I am still here... It's been years I think, but I'm not sure why I haven't gone to heaven yet. Every night it's the same thing for me, I relive the events in my head, Smiling Mr Whitfeild .. I always thought he looked at me strangly. I was uncomfortable all the time, a knot would work it's way into my gut when he was near, but, he seemed so harmless. He was so nice to everyone, even helped out at the homeless shelters handing out food. I was always ashamed of the nervousness I felt around him... But then, I found out there was a reason to be afraid... After he was done, after he hurt me, he kept me in his cellar a while. He had me tied up to a post in the middle of the room. I tried shouting, I screamed all day long, but no one came, no one heard me, and at night, he'd come then. There was so much pain, he scared my back, broke my ankle at one point, so I couldn't run . I don't know how long I was there.... Finally, he got tired of me, told me he was tired of me, and after he had his fill of me, he wrapped a rope around my neck, and slowly strangled me while he finished his.. buisness... After that I woke up, and I was still in that house. I couldn't escape it, I couldn't leave, and I watched him, one after another he took those girls, did to them what he did to me and something happened. Slowly, I began to.. change.. I was stronger, I hated him, and it made me stronger... Those poor girls, they hated him too, and that made me stronger.. After a time, I found I could... Do things... I was able to ease those girls pain... While he'd snuff out their will to live... I keep them company in their dreams... I held their hand while he did his deed and others joined me... Some lost themselves, becoming hate filled and specters, but having more power then I could have imagined, but loosing their souls.. Others where like me, and after a time there was enough of us.. Enought to take our revenge... Mr Whitman was found one day, in his cellar, a rope around his neck, his penis in one hand, and a bloody knife in the other. His pants where open, though all that remained was a blood caked stump where his manhood was.. Funny when the police found all of the bodies of the girls he had killed, they just.. Forgot to look for his murderer... I wonder why... |
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