I didn’t even know who was chasing me. Or why. The entire ideal was overwhelming.

I hauled myself into a canoe on the edge of a river, frantically paddling out onto the bluish water. I looked over my shoulder and saw one of the three people, a man with dark hair and a beard dive into the water after me. Seriously? What was so important that I was needed for?

I paddled faster, but the current h...

I saw all the posts my friends made, the countless photos and videos of them having the time of their lives. Sure, I was in some of them, but not as many as Dahlia. Or Cassandra. Maybe more people liked them, or I was just liked less. I tried to find out why, analyzing the differences between me and those other girls. Cassandra was posing differently, and Dahlia had a brighter smile. Did they thin...

The tale of Greta Murphy still lingered in the town, even 10 years after the day she went missing.

The abandoned and boarded up house at the very end of Lydia Lane used to belong to the Murphy’s. Everybody loved Mr. and Mrs. Murphy, and even more so their wonderful daughter. Which was why October 15th, 2014 was such a tragedy for the whole town—the day Greta disappeared.

The whole town pitched...