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Whispers of the snow: The mysterious disappearance of Harry McDoughal

For this edition our creative writing brief was: Write a story or a poem in a genre of your choice to go with the title “The Missing Person”. This is one of our entries from partner school Robert Smyth.

On the third of March 3033 the Mcdoughal’s son Harry went missing. On the night of his thirteenth birthday Harry was kidnapped because unbeknown to his family and him, he had magical powers beyond the imagination of any ordinary human person.

Jealous of his powers, Harry’s mysterious kidnapper took him from his bed at 10.30 last night leaving nothing but a footprint behind. Recent investigations showed that the footprint was far too big to be Harry’s but instead that of a grown adult, around the age of 32.

We had an interview with his parents, and they told us this.

Mother – “I can’t believe my little baby has gone missing. I will still be mourning in a year’s time.”

Father – “I can’t get over the fact that someone would do this to such an innocent child this bear, Grizzly, is the only thing I have left of his, he loved it so much.”

After we interviewed Harry’s parents we went to the room where the kidnapping happened to search for more evidence about the kidnapper’s identity. We discovered a long sleek, jet-black hair suggesting that Harry’s kidnapper was not indeed male but female. After taking a closer look at the footprint we uncovered the fact that the female kidnapper was wearing Heavenly Feet walking socks, size 6 and had recently been in contact with Pearly White Snow.

We managed to trace calls and found out that the kidnapper had been on a phone call at 10.28, just before Harry’s kidnapping, to the mobile number 09862593214, belonging to Mr Tamang located in Nepal thus adding more mysteries to who was behind the hideous crime.

We then spent five minutes speaking to Harry’s siblings to see what they thought of the current issue.

Younger brother – “I miss Harry sooo much; it’s just not fair.”

Older sister – “Harry was my lifeline, I remember when he was born, his big round eyes were just staring into mine. I will never forget that moment.”

After speaking to Harry’s siblings, we went to the neighbours to see if anyone had caught a glimpse of what the kidnapper looked like. Once we had interviewed everyone within a 1-mile radius of the house we had a mock image to work from.

The kidnapper had long black hair tied into a ponytail, snow covered walking boots, a crescent shaped scar down the right side of their face and they had a rucksack on their back.

We drew this and took it to the police station to see whether they had encountered this figure. They answered yes, however when the tried to open her case study file, it was found to be corrupted. As we continued to stare intently at the screen a message and a laughing emoji appeared saying “you can’t catch me” – anonymous.

 As we were leaving our quiet, peaceful and serene neighbourhood, to venture into the unknown mountains of Nepal, silence descended upon the group and a sudden feeling of doom and distress washed over them. Continuing in silence nothing could be heard over the roar of the quad bike engines and the ferocious wind of a snowstorm battling against them.

As we approached the end of the trail of footprints we got a clear view of the kidnapper’s creepy lair. It was located in a cave in the centre of the treacherous Sierra Madre Mountain range surrounded by many square miles of snow. After tracing footprints to the kidnapper’s lair, we thought we were too late. Blood splashes christened the crisp white snow – was this from the kidnapper or was it Harry’s blood???

Please note: All articles written by young people are fictional in nature and nothing is to be taken as fact.
By Summer Vasey, year 7 & Lily Vasey, year 8, Robert Smyth
Photo credit: Pixabay

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