I wish I believed him. I wish I took it more seriously when he sat down, fear sparked in his eyes - his usual confidence banished. As he explained the terror he felt, that at every corner and bend the same person was still behind him. How he tried to do a complete loop out of town because who walks alone in perfect circles, aimlessly with no destination in mind? I wish we did something whilst we could. I wish we had believed him. All we have now is the police asking painful questions about my brothers whereabouts and them desperately searching for the last location signal on his phone. But it’s off, and my mother is losing hope. I have to reach over and grab the remote to silence the TV from the horror story it is unravelling. I wish I had done something before it was my brother’s disappearance we were watching on the news.