The Sands of Time Continue....

"...and no word from the station about the whereabouts of the three girls that are missing. Please, if you have any word from the girls or have any ideas of where they may be please call the number on your screen."

Those two girls, Courtney and Rachel are still missing, and now a little one named Chealsea.  In this little town of less than 3 thousand, these disappearances are common. There are at least one a year and it ranges from age to age. But this year is the worst. Three girls in one year, let alone a month? I think the forest is getting stronger, and becoming bolder. In my time, it was one a decade, nothing too serious. But it has been getting worse, I'm afraid that it may believe that we are growing too numerous for the area. And it is getting stronger. I lost my youngest sister to it, when she was about fifteen years old. She held its hunger for five years, then little Jimmy, I used to babysit him, disappeared when he was five. Then Gretel from across town, on her way home from school she disappeared. Gretel's family was new, we convinced the parents that it was a kidnapping, we couldn't bear to tell them the news that it was a forest! Who would believe that a forest was the cause of all this commotion?
I'm going to be eighty five in the spring, that's old for a girl like me, from my family. But I knew Joe, who disappeared when he was eighty-two, so maybe it might come from me next. I really don't know.
This has really gone far enough, the town really should do something about all of this. I know the construction work for the new supermarket is not doing well, but that's not any one's fault. It's the towns fault if anything, the town should have done something about the forest a long time before this!
I would march right into the police station right now if it wasn't for my walker.  His pappy was the chief before him, he would have known what to do. His pappy is gone now, like us normal folk should, he wasn't taken by the forest. Pat Jr. wouldn't know what to do, he's young. He's only heard stories.
Not like me, I've seen it first hand what the forest could do, and tell me if I'm lucky. I tell myself I'm not.