“Where’s the birthday girl?”

It was cake time. Missy was know where to be found.

Very strange.

She was talking about her 6 birthday party for weeks.

Cake was her favorite thing in the world.

Everyone was calling out to her looking for her.

“I found her!” Someone shouted for the backyard.

Everyone rushed outside.

Missy was huddled next to the trash cans.

“What’s wrong dear?”

“Hanna. She ran over here. And she was crying. Then someone came out of the trash can and then jumped on her. They killed her. They put her body in the trash and ran away.”

Sure enough when everyone looked in the trash, there was Hanna.

Her limbs weren’t intact.

Her eyes wide open.

Fear on her face.