Deserted

Anne

“Pam!” I yelled, pushing the door to my hostel room open. I had finished classes early and decided to make a stop at my hostel before heading to the mansion.

There was no one in the room. I walked to the bathroom and peeked through it. No one was in there.

Where could Pam have gone? I asked myself coming to stand in the middle of the room and looking around. I tried calling her phone but it went straight to voicemail.

I twirled around the room a second time. I was puzzled at the emptiness I felt. Not just within, but around the room. A feeling of foreboding washed over me as a ridiculous thought entered my head.

I didn’t want to act on it cause’ I know it wasn’t possible, but just to settle my fast-racing heart, I decided to forge ahead.

I went to Pamela’s corner and opened the long locker that was unusually unlocked.

It was empty.

Pam’s things were gone.

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach as I took steps backward in disbelief.

What did I miss? Where did I go wrong