The sun had barely risen when a dusty, barefoot boy ran down the dirt path clutching a crumpled photo in his tiny hands. His shirt, once navy blue, was now faded with grime, and his pants sagged under the weight of dust and desperation. His knees were scraped, his face streaked with tears, but his grip on the photograph never loosened. It was a picture of a boy, slightly older, smiling in a school uniform his brother. And he was gone.
The boy had stopped the first officer he could find a tall white man in a dark blue uniform. The officer was sipping coffee beside his cruiser on the edge of the field. The boy ran up to him, panting, shaking.
“Please, sir, you have to come! My brother he’s trapped! He’s inside!” The officer looked down, confused. “Inside what, son?” The boy couldn’t breathe. He pointed behind him, toward a worn path that led into the weeds. The hole! I found it. There’s a metal door he’s inside. I heard him knock.” The officer sighed. He had been on duty for 14 hours straight. Another prank. Another wild story. But the boy wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t lying. His eyes wide, swollen held something….Read Full Story Here………………………………
