A wealthy 78-year-old grandfather offered me $50,000 if I would spend just one night in his mansion. I accepted the offer, but when he locked the bedroom door and whispered to me, “Take off your shoes. We’re starting now,” I froze in fear. What happened at midnight made me fall to my knees and burst into uncontrollable tears… – Cute Info

Margaret’s voice broke.

“I went to every little girl I saw in the street. Every time I heard a child laugh, I turned around.”

She looked down at the rabbit.

“I kept her room ready. I kept her toys where they belonged. Richard told me that we had to accept what had happened, but I couldn’t.”

Richard lowered his head.

“I couldn’t accept it either.”

I pressed a hand against my chest.

“You’re saying your granddaughter was missing?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“What was her name?”

He looked directly into my eyes.

“Emily Catherine Harrison.”

The room seemed to tilt.

I caught the edge of the wardrobe to steady myself.

“My name is Emily Carter.”

“I know.”

“My birthday is in March.”

“Your granddaughter’s birthday was March nineteenth.”

I shook my head.

“Lots of people have the same birthday.”

“Yes,” he said quietly. “They do.”

He did not try to force me to believe him.