Cindy Lockwood went missing one morning. The last place she was seen was Pedalwood Lake. Pedalwood was a quiet town that was very remote from the rest of London. It was a very small town, away from most of the bustling streets in London.

I got the news that she never came home after I woke up yesterday. The day previous we had grabbed our bathing suits and cannonballed into the misty waters. Cindy stayed longer then I did. I left an hour after we arrived, but Cindy never left. Soon, even I was getting increasingly worried. Cindy was my best friend, we did everything together. Knowing that she could be missing was something I couldn’t possibly get out of my mind. 



After school I headed over to Pedalwood Lake. I looked out into the misty hills, stared at the pine trees towering over the houses. Birds chirped continuously. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, no matter how hard I tried. 

I remembered the last thing I ever heard her say, and I found myself daydreaming. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll just be here a couple more minutes,” Cindy said, resssuring me. 

“Ok, don’t stay out too long,” I advised.

“Don’t act like your my mother Pearl,” Cindy laughed. 

I laughed back. I was being a little protective pf her in the moment, but I didn’t want anything to happen to her. I walked away off the old wooden dock. The wood creaked under my weight. I was soaking wet, and still shivering even though I had my towel wrapped around my body.

I glanced back at Cindy, she lifted out from the water, rearranging her hair back into the way she liked it. She got back on the dock and noticed me. I quickly turned away, walking back home.

Something caught my eye and I was immediately drawn out from my day dreaming. It was Cindy’s phone she had kept on the dock the entire time. It still had some water droplets in it from last nights rain storm. I tapped the screen, it miraculously turned on but it was on low battery. I pulled my phone out. We shared everything together. Even passwords. I quickly entered her passcode, trying not to waste too much time. I grabbed out my camera to record anything I had found. I pressed the camera option on Cindy’s phone, and I looked at the last video she took, recording it from my phone. 

Cindy was recording herself jumping into the water, not even worried about getting her phone destroyed. She jumped into the dirty musty water. You could barely see anything in the water. Cindy got out of the water and brushed away some water that got stuck on the camera. Out of the corner of her phone, was a man lifting out from the water, and what looked to be a weapon held in his left hand…Just as Cindy screamed, her phone turned back and the low battery screen flashed. I looked back into the murky waters, just to see if anything was there. There was nothing at all, just the occasional fish that jumped out of the water. I stopped the recording, trying to process what had just happened. Had I really just seen the murder of my own friend. Was this even real? 

I kept up from my sitting position and hurried home. Just wait until my parents see this…



My parents stared at the video from my phone I had took, just as shocked as I had been. 

“What should we do?” I asked, finally breaking the silence. 

“I think we should show the police, I mean, I she’s really missing, then we need all the evidence we can get,” my dad explained. 

“Does Cindy’s parents know about this?” my mom questioned.

“I don’t think so,” I added. 

“I think we should show them first,” my mom exclaimed. 

I was in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what had happened to my friend. I knew I needed to go back to Pedalwood Lake and find anything that could hint that she was killed. I have to find out what happened to my friend…