Harriet. A 5’4, red haired, and freckle faced 16 year old girl who went missing last week. She has been on the news day after day. I had come to the conclusion she was dead. I had no idea who she was. I never really cared. Not until the day I heard a knock on my door at an abnormal time for visitors. I walked downstairs quietly, rubbing my eyes so I could see clearly. It was 3:47 in the morning. I opened the door and automatically began to tell them it was too early to be visiting. Then I opened my eyes. In front of me, I say a 5’4, red haired, and freckle faced 16 year old. I froze. I didn’t know what to do or say. “Hey, I need a place to stay, I can’t go home, and I can’t let the police find me.” This was Harriet. I had to house her and stay as far away from the police as possible. I told her she could stay, but it had to be in my basement for safety purposes. She thought it was okay, so she stayed with me. She has been locked up in my basement for 3 years now. Practically kidnapped, although it was asked for. She is tied to a chair, has a cloth in her mouth to prevent screaming, and I only feed her twice a week. I am planning on killing her tomorrow, I have a feeling she has good, strong muscles. I think they would taste better than the last girl. She remains on the news. People are still believing she is missing, and some continue to believe she is dead. Those people will soon be right. There will be no trace of her left, her bones will be eaten by the dog that visit every night, hungry and ready to attack. The blood will be licked up and drank by the hungry cats and mice I keep in my attic. This is going to be a fun mission.