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3:02six years before I could finally take the promotional exam to make detective. And after that, it was another four years, before the opportunity came to transfer into the missing persons department. I was truly passionate about the job. Something which not many people can say. Every day, I could feel as though I was truly making a difference. Delivering a presumed dead child back to their parents is an indescribably fulfilling experience. Of course, on the flip side came the crushing despair every time a case went cold. No matter how impossible the case seemed, no matter how much I reassured myself that there was nothing more I could do, there was always a voice in the back of my mind reminding me that the victim was still out there somewhere. The worst thing was when we found a corpse knowing that I'd failed to save a life. There are so many out there that I've never found or found too late. I see their faces over and over again in my dreams.

4:06The perpetrators have also stuck with me. I dealt with a lot of sick, sick people in my time. I had a lot of horrible cases. A lot of times I doubted myself. But like I said, this is the one which made me leave the profession for good. And never look back. By now in my career, I was one of the most senior detectives in the department. I got the lead on most cases and was generally looked to as someone to take charge when things took a turn for the worse. I walked into the station and was notified first thing about the call that had come through during the night. Five children, two girls and three boys, between the ages of four and six, had disappeared from the same neighborhood, literally within a few blocks of one another in the same day. I'm not going to tell you their names or who they were out of respect to them and their families. I'm also not going to give any place names or details, which might give too much information about the case away. Trust me, you're better off knowing less.

5:10With the extremely similar circumstances between each disappearance, I made the executive decision to treat this as a serial kidnapping case. Normally in these situations, some creep has driven around the neighborhood and a van taking as many kids as he can. So, right away, we got to work. I know it's a cliche, but the first 48 hours really are the most important on these kinds of things. Wanting to move quickly, I and my partner went to interview one set of parents and sent junior detectives to interview the others. The parents I interviewed told me that they'd last seen their son the previous morning when he'd gone out to play in the front lawn. The mother had been out there supervising him, but she had to step back and sign for 30 seconds to turn off the oven. And when she hurried back outside, her son was gone. Brief questions posed to neighbors gave no further clues. None of them had seen anything. The other detectives had come back with similar stories. Parents turning their back for a moment,

6:12and their children disappearing in the meantime. With no leads, we began our second step, checking CCTV in the surrounding area. Luckily, the suburbs where the kids were taken from were surrounded by dense commercial areas, high streets and shopping centers. These kind of places always have loads of security cameras, but it takes time accessing and checking that much footage, and we were losing valuable hours. I was able to get permission from my superiors to rope in more officers to check all of the cameras as quickly as possible. Credit to my team, it only took us 24 hours to find the right piece of footage, myself and a few of my higher ranking colleagues, as well as the two detectives who had found the evidence gathered in my office to analyze it. I remember that those two only junior detectives at the time looked a bit shaken when they brought the footage to us. When we all sat down to watch, they warned us that the contents of the clip

7:15was strange, looking back. That was the wrong word for it. We asked them to sum up what was in the first video. They told us we needed to see for ourselves. The camera which had caught the video was at the back of a supermarket, facing into one of those street depots, where food trucks pull in to unload and restock. You know, those creepy looking alleys behind stores, full of old cardboard boxes, they always give off an eerie vibe when you pass them in the street. This particular site had openings on two public roads, which is how the perp must have got access. The roads were unusually quiet ones for the area, which explains how nobody noticed. The CCTV footage began with a long alley empty. Then far far back right at the end, we began to see a blurry pixelated shape appear out of the dark. We couldn't make out what it was yet. It was still in the low quality image

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10:27on that video screen. I'll do my best to describe the surreal sight that met our eyes. The man, and we could tell by his imposing height that it was a man, was wearing a disturbing get-up. He had one of those Mr. Punch masks, you know, like the classic puppet character, an unsettling thing with a too long nose, hooked chin, and bulging eyes. The skin on the face of the mask had been painted far too pale, almost snow white, brazenly contrasting, with a crimson tinted cheeks, giving the unintentional complexion of someone at death's door. The mask was cartoonish, with heavily exaggerated angles and features, and I'm not afraid to say that it made me very uncomfortable. There was something about the popping eyes, with their swollen veins, and poorly sketched pupils, that seemed to stare at me through the screen, and passed that into my mind,

11:34and the smile. It was only a mask, but the smile gave off an unmistakable air of malice and insidious intent. When I looked at the mask too long, I felt afraid. I felt as if something dark and terrible was searching hungrily for me. Whoever the creator of this visage was, they were unhinged individual. The man-war of a bizarre hat, black, shaped almost like a medieval gesture, complete with silver bobbles at the end of each sleeve. The cap and bells went down the back of his head, far enough that his hair was obscured. He had a strange kind of coat on, more like a robe. It had no buttons or zip, and it was long, too long, flowing past his ankles, and pooling on the ground around him in folds, almost like a miniature bridal train. The coat was formed of hundreds of colored patches stitched together, but you couldn't

12:40describe it as colorful. None of the patches were bright or vibrant. Each was a different dark hue, some muddy brown, some gray, some a deep maroon, some dirty yellow, some chemical orange, some inky green. Not one color was pleasing. Almost as if the coat had been sewed, with the intention of causing visual discomfort. The coat had many, many pockets, far more than could ever be filled. It seemed that almost every patch had a pocket stitched into it. From two of these pockets, the two on his left and right hip, stretched a hankerchief of ribbon. The hankerchiefs were composed of a pattern of black and white, alternating diamonds. The hankerchiefs stretched a few meters behind the man, and gripping tightly onto the fabric, were the children. A scan of their faces confirmed that these were the missing kids we were looking for. And yet, none of them looked

13:45traumatized. None were upset or crying. They all smiled and laughed, gripping the hankerchiefs. When she said I don't dance now, I make money moves. That was a mission statement for a whole new generation. Respect, but that's not the amount rush more. Listen, cash rules everything around me, when that line drop, it changed the whole hustle. The greatest tracks are never finished. They're just debated forever, introducing the sprite living track list. 50 tracks that shaped the culture from six decades of hip hop. Scan the QR code on a sprite or sprite zero sugar to see the full breakdown. Obey your thirst. Sprite. McDonald's is putting value back on the menu. Whether you're craving a big Mac, McNuggets or sausage egg and cheese, McGrittle's, make it a meal and save. Your favorite is now your wallet's favorite too. Extra value meals are back. Get a big something extra. With a big Mac or 10 piece McNuggets, fries and a medium Coke all for just $9. Limited time only

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15:52almost like a dance or drive. Each time he frollicked up and down, he lifted his feet, which were encased in strange pointed shoes that curled upwards. Keeping time to this eerie jig down the dark alley, the man held a wooden pipe to the mouth hole in the grinning mouth of the mask. He was playing the same tune over and over again. It was green sleeves. That tune's always been a personal favorite of mine. Something about that simple melody repeated over and over again. It's utterly entrancing, but hearing it in this setting, it was nothing but terrifying. The tune was too absorbing. It was almost hypnotic. When I listened for too long, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen. There was also something slightly off about the man's playing. It was hard to pin down. A small, unpleasant note every now and then. The procession continued through the alley. The haunting figure at the front leading the troop

16:56until they passed out of the security camera's viewing range. My fellow investigators and I were gobsmacked. We had absolutely no idea what to think. Never, in any of our respective careers, had we seen anything like this? Could this really be happening? Was that eerie figure really out there somewhere? At least it did a little to strengthen our resolve. There was no way we were going to leave those kids with somebody that insane. We quickly sent out reports, calling for anyone seeing someone matching the odd description of the man we'd seen to come forward as soon as they could. At a point like that, witness sightings were our best bet. I made the mistake of reassuring the anguished parents that we were going to bring their children home. But as the days went by, we had to widen our search from city to district and then after a week to state. We wanted to be absolutely sure we caught him. We had our first press conference. We released a

17:58still photo of the security footage along with it, leading to a lot of ridiculous questions. I think it was right at the end of the first week when the first newspaper gave the kidnapper his name, the Piper. I'll admit, it was fitting. His strange outfit, musical accessory, and most of all, the way those kids were just happily skipping along next to him. As if in a trance, all harked back to the age old pied Piper story. The name stuck. Soon all the press was calling him that. Then the public, the public lobes criminals with a nickname. I'll admit, even us in the station began calling him the Piper. Unfortunately, no sightings came through. Nobody had seen the distinctive figure. We were just beginning to lose hope when we got the call. A man a few towns over had spotted a man dressed in a tire matching the Pipers, with the children behind him in the alley behind his

18:58apartment building late at night. We went over there and interviewed the man, but he couldn't tell us much more than what he'd seen. It was very late. He was very tired, and he was sure his eyes had been playing tricks on him. Luckily, the building had a security camera facing the alley. We were given access to the reels of footage over the last few days and trawled back until we found the period of time during which the man had reported spotting the Piper. The footage was watched only by me and my partner, Jeffords, in the security room of the apartment building with a- It highlights top-rated vacation rentals with near perfect ratings for cleanliness, location, and all the good stuff, so no more walking into a surprise. We've done the heavy lifting so you can get straight to relaxation. Book your next day with Verbo now.

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21:10pipe to his lips, and played, and still, the five poor children were behind him, either side. Still, they clutched tightly with both hands to the long black and white hinkertiffs. But whereas before they'd laughed and skipped along with their tormentor, now their faces were gaunt and tear-stained, they looked thin, horribly thin, far thinner than they'd been before. I had the awful thought that these children looked as if they hadn't eaten in a week, and they'd been moving across the country on foot for most of that time. They did not frolic now, they stumbled and tripped as if they were being pulled along by the Piper and his hinkertiffs. Yet still, they gripped the fabric. Still, they refused to let go. They were clearly in tremendous pain and tremendously fatigued. God, why didn't they just let go? As Jeffords and I

22:11watched in horrified silence, the Piper removed one hand from his pipe, though he continued to play, definitely manipulating his instrument with only five fingers. His other hand reached into one of the many pockets of his coat. As he drew the hand out, we could make out something pink and gray, squirming in his hand. I squinted at the computer screen we were watching the footage on, and made the dreadful realization that he was holding a rat. The rat looked well fed, it was large and muscular. However, the main gifurr hinted at some kind of disease. The Piper lifted the rodent by the tail, as it clawed and twisted in the air, gnashing its jagged teeth. It looked mad with aggression, almost rabid. He suddenly tossed it backwards behind himself in the kids. It hit the ground on all fours and scampered into the shadows. He then reached into a different pocket, retrieving a second rat and performing the same chilling ritual

23:18as he had with the first. As I looked closer, I could just about make out the way the cloth of his coat was wriggling. How many did he have in there? My brain suddenly noticed something. There were more rats, a little way behind the procession, staying just within the shadows, but always following. They leapt and crawled over the trash and obstacles in their way, moving in small groups of three or fours, tenaciously following behind. Eventually, the eerie figure of the Piper and the poor children moved out of shot, but for at least ten minutes, the exodus of rats continued. Every so often, the small forms would dart along the alley, always following. The entire investigation team was utterly aghast, whatever we were dealing with here. It was something far worse than we'd first anticipated. We didn't tell the press or the public about the development and the case. This was kept strictly confidential. I felt confusion and I felt helplessness and I felt fear, fear for the kids,

24:26trapped with that thing and a deeper fear. Fear because I was beginning to realize that there are beings out there beyond what human minds are able or willing to understand. Now, the trail began to go cold. We had no more witness sightings and with a search area now so large there was little we could do. I couldn't order car checks. The Piper moved on foot. I tried offering a monetary reward. I tried helicopter searches. Nothing. I tried sniffer dogs. Still nothing. I felt utterly unable to do anything to help the missing children and I felt solely responsible for whatever horror was being inflicted on them. The worst moment was facing the parents, telling them that I'd been wrong, that their little ones weren't going to come home. Soon it had been a month, then too. The case was essentially dead. My colleague stopped working on it.

25:27My superiors gave us new assignments, but I couldn't concentrate on any new cases. My mind was replaying the footage over and over again. My dreams were taken up with nightmarish visions of that horrible mask. Then three months later, I was on a visit to a different precinct picking up some samples from their forensics lab. I overheard one of their officers talking about how way upstate the cops were getting flooded by reports of a massive freak rat migration. How in one town people were stuck in their homes as the streets were flooded with the rodents. My mind instantly began to worr. Of course, it was an absolute shot in the dark, but the piper had been seen heading upstate and it was completely the wrong time of year for that kind of behavior from the animals. One explanation I could think of was that they were being attracted to something, just like the rats in that alley. At that point in time, I was willing to do

26:29just about anything to find those kids, to bring some kind of closure. I asked the officers what town they meant. I'm not going to tell you its name, but it was a small rural community out in the back woods surrounded by farmland. I did my own research and found that the town was a days drive away. I didn't tell my superiors about this development. There was no way they were going to authorize me to investigate such a tenuous lead. The only person I confided in was Jeffers. He was just as invested as me. He agreed to come up with me. By the time we got round to going, the migrations had been over for a month, but that didn't matter. I was sure that we would find something. From research and speaking to the locals, we discovered that the majority of the rats had been seen moving in the direction of an abandoned farm a half mile away. We arrived at the farm and were instantly hit by the eerie atmosphere. The sight of the big decrepit windmill, looming ahead, made me shiver. And we noticed the rats immediately too. By the time we arrived,

27:35the sun was beginning to set, and as soon as we got out of the car, the rodents swarmed around our feet. They appeared from hay bales and shrepery and skittered away again just as fast under our boot heels. We made our way to the old farmhouse first and went from room to room, checking for anything. Here the rats were even more populous, filling up corridors and diving out of rotting pantry shelves. We found nothing in the house, though we toured apart, searching under beds and in the cupboards. Next, we trudged up to the big barn at the top of the hill. Looking up as we approached, I felt an unshakeable sense of dread. The red and white paint was peeling off now, and there was a large hole in the roof where the timbers had collapsed. Jeffords and I heaved open the large doors and entered. The smell hit us first. It was absolutely rancid, a mixture of shit and death. The interior was pitch black. We could literally see nothing inside. Turning on our torches,

28:41we cautiously made our way past the stacks of molding hay, which were piled on top of each other all the way up to the roof. The ground was obscured by layers of thick muddy straw, which in turn was caked with rodent feces. The only light was that provided by our torches and the weak moonlight shining through the hole in the roof. The rats were all around us, constantly brushing up against our legs, scuttling past. When I pointed my flashlight at the stacks of hay, I could see it riving and shifting, as if it was alive. Each bale must have been absolutely packed with the things. Every so often, one would leap out from the hay. The rats made me uneasy. They never quite plucked up the courage to attack us, but they screeched and bared their teeth whenever we passed them. When I pointed my torch far into the distance of the path ahead of us, I could see thousands of yellow eyes staring from the shadows watching us, chittering. It was one of the most

29:45eerie sights I've ever seen. I noticed at first a faint sound coming from the end of the barn, as we got closer, hearts pounding. My ears could make it out to be that same tune, green sleeves, except this time, it was slightly different. It wasn't being played on a wooden pipe. It had a different kind of tinkle, almost like a piano, but not quite. Now, Jeffords and I were both extremely on edge, expecting any moment to see that horrific, smiling face. Eventually, we drew towards the end of the barn, and then we saw the door. In the center of the back wall was a rusty metal door. It was thick steel, like it had come from an industrial site. There were deep scratches and dense in the surface, and rust stained it all over. As I drew closer to that door, I felt fear. I wanted to turn and run away and never come back. I didn't want to see

30:51what lay beyond it. I knew somehow that whatever its contents was, it would be awful. We found the source of the noise sitting just in front of the door, an old battered music box. It acted almost as a background theme, as we continued. The door, strangely, was not locked. We pulled the handle down, and with some effort, it creaked open. Instantly the smell hit us. It was a hundred times worse than when we'd first entered the barn, Jeffords turned and vomited on the floor. I somehow knew what we'd find. I'm going to describe what was behind the door as best I can, in such a way that still respectful to the deceased. I don't want to go into graphic detail, especially not in this kind of case. But I have to. No. I need to get across the horror. If I come across as apathetic in my

31:52retelling of this, it's because I've wept for so long that I'm numb now. There was a room behind the door. Somebody had put up a fake back wall in order to conceal its presence. The room was small, but not cramped. There was a table set up in the center with five chairs around it. The whole room was covered in rat feces. There were thick chains connected to the walls, which ran all the way to each chair. Every chair had two chains, each with a manacle on the end, presumably to shackle the feet. In the center of the table, there was a pot of crayons and colored pencils, and there were stacks upon stacks of paper drawings, children's drawings, of houses and stick figures and pirate chips and random scribbles. Every drawing was soaked with blood. We didn't find a single whole body in there. The rats had taken care of that. We found that damn mask lying in the middle

33:00of the floor in the blood. It just seemed to stare up at us. Grinning. We left the barn in a days. I stomped on the music box, crushing it. We called for backup, and it soon arrived. Already, Jeffords and I decided to just tell the parents we'd found the bodies. Nothing more. No details. Ever since that day in the barn, I haven't been able to get the green sleeves tune out of my head. Even after a year, I find myself humming it. No matter how much it revolts me. Even when I'm able to force myself to stop, it continues to play at the back of my mind. But nowadays, when it's late at night, and I'm alone, I hear it clearly now, as if something is playing it on a wooden pipe just outside. And I want to listen. I want to go outside.

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