Contacts At The Center
The community center buzzed with energy, a hub of shared stories and unwavering support. A woman approached us, handing over a list of names. “These people have lost pets, too,” she said softly. My heart raced as I scanned the paper. Mark turned to me, his eyes alight with cautious hope. “Do you think any of them could help?” he asked. I held the list tightly, as if it were a map leading to something precious. “Maybe,” I murmured. For the first time in a long while, we had allies—people who truly understood the pain of losing a beloved furry companion.
Contacts At The Center
Eerie Similarities Emerge
With the list in hand, I began making calls. Each conversation revealed the same unsettling story: pets vanishing without a trace, just like Luna. “It’s like they’re disappearing into thin air,” one owner said, their voice heavy with disbelief. I hung up, feeling an unexpected connection to these strangers who shared the same loss. Mark frowned, shaking his head. “This is getting weird, man.” The pieces were falling into place, forming a chilling pattern I could no longer ignore.
Eerie Similarities Emerge
