Everyone Goes Missing in Colorado
Something felt off in my house, it was colder, quieter, darker. Maybe it was the Denver winters but the feeling was suffocating. I try to lighten the mood by turning on the TV. Another missing teen story is broadcasted across the TV. What a shame I thought to myself, not thinking much of it, I mean after all everyone goes missing in Colorado. I like to consider myself a bit of a true crime junkie so being this close to these cases is exciting.
I am the chief editor and author of a blog I created called Everyone Goes Missing in Colorado, fitting right? I thought so. I decided to embrace this gloomy feeling and turn on some true crime podcasts and get to writing a new blog. Just as I opened my computer I noticed I had a new email, but I didn’t recognize the sender. I open it anyways. The email said:
Hello Kelly,
I notice you are very interested in true crime cases in Colorado. I’d like to test how passionate you truly are. So tell me, Kelly, does everyone really go missing in Colorado?
I let out a slight chuckle reading this. “Someone likes to troll huh?” I thought to myself. Naturally, I ignored the email and continued my research. A few minutes later my power goes off. “Dang it, how am I supposed to work now?” I say. My phone lit up the dark room. I received a text from an unknown number. It said:
Kelly I don’t like being ignored. I too like true crime, however, I think we like it in two different ways LOL. Sorry about the power, but I work best in the dark. See you soon!
Now I was frightened, I try to find a weapon of some sort but there are no knives in my kitchen anymore. I am shaking with fear. I run back to my computer but it’s not working, same with my phone. I remember that my laptop is in my bedroom down the hall. I contemplate whether I should move quietly or just sprint. I figured that he must know where I am right now and that this isn’t his first time doing something like this. I decided to sprint down the hall and into my bedroom. The second I entire the room I notice my laptop open with what seems like my blog page open. I shakily step toward it, my knees trembling with every step I take. With every step I get closer and closer to the screen until I can finally see what it reads:
NEW MISSING CASE: Kelly Devyn, 24-Year-Old True Crime Blogger
What was this? Who was doing this? The more I scrolled down the website the more I could feel the pit in my stomach growing larger. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder and the sound of a man saying, “Hello Kelly”.
I am the chief editor and author of a blog I created called Everyone Goes Missing in Colorado, fitting right? I thought so. I decided to embrace this gloomy feeling and turn on some true crime podcasts and get to writing a new blog. Just as I opened my computer I noticed I had a new email, but I didn’t recognize the sender. I open it anyways. The email said:
Hello Kelly,
I notice you are very interested in true crime cases in Colorado. I’d like to test how passionate you truly are. So tell me, Kelly, does everyone really go missing in Colorado?
I let out a slight chuckle reading this. “Someone likes to troll huh?” I thought to myself. Naturally, I ignored the email and continued my research. A few minutes later my power goes off. “Dang it, how am I supposed to work now?” I say. My phone lit up the dark room. I received a text from an unknown number. It said:
Kelly I don’t like being ignored. I too like true crime, however, I think we like it in two different ways LOL. Sorry about the power, but I work best in the dark. See you soon!
Now I was frightened, I try to find a weapon of some sort but there are no knives in my kitchen anymore. I am shaking with fear. I run back to my computer but it’s not working, same with my phone. I remember that my laptop is in my bedroom down the hall. I contemplate whether I should move quietly or just sprint. I figured that he must know where I am right now and that this isn’t his first time doing something like this. I decided to sprint down the hall and into my bedroom. The second I entire the room I notice my laptop open with what seems like my blog page open. I shakily step toward it, my knees trembling with every step I take. With every step I get closer and closer to the screen until I can finally see what it reads:
NEW MISSING CASE: Kelly Devyn, 24-Year-Old True Crime Blogger
What was this? Who was doing this? The more I scrolled down the website the more I could feel the pit in my stomach growing larger. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder and the sound of a man saying, “Hello Kelly”.