“Dermot loved nothing more than hiking in the outdoors. He loved the smell of the pine trees and the feeling of dirt beneath his walking boots. He’d spend most of his days out in nature. But Dermot was unaware of what he would unearth when he got dressed and started heading out towards the forest on Sunday morning.
Dermot lived in a small town called Riverwood. Everyone was friendly and knew each other in this town, and everyone would help one another if they needed to. But just seven months prior to Dermot’s morning walk, something had happened that clung to the minds of everyone in the small town.
A small girl named Alice had gone missing after visiting a friend on her road. The only thing they found of the 11-year-old was her pink bicycle. Her parents were a wreck. She’d never go anywhere without their permission. The whole town had found out about it and did what they could, but still, there was no sign of her.
A hundred concerned residents from the town decided to help with the search for the girl. Dermot was one of them. With the police accompanying them, they all arrived outside this little girl’s home. They were all prepared for the long night ahead of them. Everyone thought about all the dreadful possibilities of what happened to Alice, but none dared to cherish.
A hundred feet walked over the soil of the fields and over the tarmac of the roads. A hundred voices were all calling out the same name: Alice. Dermot could feel his stomach twisting into a knot, but there was no evidence of what happened to the girl, no sign she was alright, but none to the contrary. So, everyone kept their hopes up.
Jan was a friend of Alice’s parents and said it was stressful and emotional. “We were all out there, just walking back and forth from one end to the other, yelling her name.” As time wore on, people felt more discouraged. The search was now a disorganized party of people stumbling into each other while calling out the little girl’s name.
By the seventh day, there were fewer flashlights compared to the other nights. More people had given up, and the people that stayed found it harder to carry on too. The girl could be anywhere. She could be in the woods, in the fields, or somewhere they would never expect. The search was like finding a needle in a haystack. then suddenly, everyone heard the…Read Full Story Here.,..
