The+Missing+Link

 Dani M.  __The Missing Link __ Chapter One I woke with a jolt, thinking something or someone was in my room. I didn’t see anything, so I snuggled back in bed. Suddenly, I was roughly awakened. A gag was stuffed into my mouth, and my hands were tied to my four poster bed frame. Then, everything went black. I regained consciousness with the gag still in my mouth, but I had somehow wiggled out of my bounds. I undid my gag. I crept out of my bedroom and into the hallway. The old, but polished wood creaked beneath my feet. Then I heard something I had not expected to hear, a loud, low booming voice. “How did you get out?” the voice said. “Well, it won’t happen again.” The owner of the voice came into the light. I couldn’t see around because of his size, and I could see behind without even going on my toes. But, he definitely had some muscle. He had whiskers on his chin, which could just barely pass as a beard. I didn’t recognize him, so I decided to call him Bob. Bob came charging at me, but I ran down the flowing, marble staircase. He chased after me. I ran into a hallway then into the kitchen. “Oh Brother!” I exclaimed. I had run into a dead end. Bob came rushing in. He grabbed me and yanked me back up stairs. “There will be serious consequences for this, little lady!” Bob told me. I was once more tied to my bed. Bob started taking things off my shelves: the golden pig, the silver beaver, all my jewelry… Bob wandered into other rooms. I heard him taking my precious, voluble things and stuffing them into his bag. He reminded me of Santa Claus’s evil twin. I was able to wiggle out of my bounds again. I was beginning to think he wasn’t too smart or didn’t know how to tie knots. I snuck out of my room, I heard Bob in the room next door. There was no chance I was going to be able to sneak past him. I had to make a run for it. I gathered up all my courage and sprinted out of my room. Bob raced after me, again. I ran as fast as a cheetah up and down the marble stair case; in and out of rooms and opening and slamming hand crafted doors behind me. I had been running for what felt like decades, and I was beginning to slow down. But, Bob was coming closer and closer. He reached out and grabbed me. I tried with all my might to get free, but he was too strong. He was pulling me back, back, back to where it had all started, my room. _ “11:00 already?!” I thought, looking up from my book. “What a great idea for a story. I can’t wait to read some more.” I put a book mark in my book and went to sleep. That night I dreamed of a hand coming closer and closer towards me and pulling me into a room.

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