The Vanishing Eight

By Lincoln James

All I wanted was to get away from it all... 

 

Graduation was on the horizon, and Jonathan and his friends were eager to leave their small world behind. But when a member of their close-knit group mysteriously disappears, a chilling unease settles in. As 'Missing Person' posters saturate the town's streets and the sheriff is without clues, Jonathan and his friends decide to escape to a remote cabin in the woods to get away from the sympathetic looks of their classmates and the anxiety of it all. But their troubles will not be so easily left behind. The idyllic getaway takes a dark turn as they discover they are not alone. Someone, or something is lurking in the shadows of the tranquil wintery forest, and their weekend retreat soon becomes a nightmarish fight for survival. Now, it's up to Jonathan to navigate the blood-soaked puzzle and ensure he and his friends make it out alive. Will he succeed in outsmarting the unseen threat, or will he and his friends join the ranks of the legendary Vanishing Eight?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lincoln James
• Release date: Apr 20, 2024
• ISBN: 9798990496620

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PROLOGUE

There used to be eight of us. Eight friends brought together by unusual circumstances. For most of us, we met after standing up for one another. For the others, however, we simply fell in love. We looked out for each other, day in and day out, and ruled over our small town of Piedmont, Washington, causing chaos and spreading mischief where ever we could. In those days, we thought we were invincible.

But we were eight faces with too-high hopes for a future that would never come. Some of us dreamed of going to college, while the others were just happy to be taking it day by day. As long as we had each other, we were on top of the world. The future seemed far off, like an afterthought. And as the days progressed and months turned to years, we hoped that feeling would last forever.

We were naive back then, unaware the end of our carefree youth was around the corner. We told each other that we’d stick together, always be in each other’s lives. That nothing could tear us apart. We believed we could weather any storm and survive any danger. That our gang was unstoppable.

Our dreams soared high, fueled by an unwavering faith that something better was out there, just beyond the horizon of our burgeoning adolescence, waiting for us to discover it. That escaping Piedmont was only the first step to the rest of our lives…

But we were wrong.

CHAPTER ONE

GRADUATION

The heat of May bore down on Piedmont, Washington. It was graduation day. The streets pulsed with life, adorned with vibrant banners celebrating the class of 1979. Families and friends flocked to the football field, staking their claim on the scalding metal bleachers. The image of the Pied Piper, the school's beloved mascot, adorned flags and signs, adding a touch of whimsy to the festive atmosphere.

We gathered at our usual spot, nestled right in the heart of the stands. Dressed to the nines in our awkward teenage way, we stood shoulder to shoulder, a patchwork of diverse personalities coming together as one.

But it would be the last time our gang would stand together.

To my left sat Carolyn, my first love, the girl I ran into in middle school, literally. That clumsy encounter in the hallway, papers flying everywhere, brought us together. Carolyn Brooker, whose presence was always a beacon of light to me.

On my right was Andy, my partner-in-crime and best bud. We met in middle school too. He was getting teased by some asshole, and without hesitation, I poured my drink on the guy and stood up for him. I introduced him to Carolyn, and the three of us became inseparable. We formed the core of our group, which eventually grew into the unofficial squad the locals lovingly referred to as The Scooby Gang.

Next to Andy sat April, the object of his affection. She was the picture of glamorous perfection, something our gang was sorely lacking. Frankly, she was a complete fox. She never had a hair out of place, and she always looked like she stepped out of a fashion magazine every damn day.

And then there was yours truly. Jonathan Cooper Parse. The ringleader of our crazy circus. I sat there that afternoon in my dad’s old suit, the sweat trickling down my back making me instantly regret I’d worn it. I ran my fingers through my messy chestnut-brown hair, limp and tousled from the scorching heat, and adjusted my tie, desperately trying to appear composed, but with the faint scar on my nose, a reminder of all the times it had been broken and patched up, I was still self-conscious. I was an ape on display, except this primate was sweating buckets. To top it off, I towered over everyone else with my lanky, slightly muscular build, making it nearly impossible to blend into any background.

My ice-blue eyes scanned the vibrant atmosphere of the field, and finally landed on a familiar face—Becca. With her feathered, fiery red hair and contagious enthusiasm, she was the mother hen of our gang, always looking out for us. Her confident presence was hard to miss, and her sharp mind landed her the coveted valedictorian spot.

Beside her was Dawn, our badass mix of authority and wit who made the gang whole. Dawn enveloped Becca in a warm embrace, capturing the essence of their monumental day together.

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The bleachers hummed with anticipation. Graduates scanned the crowd, trying to spot familiar faces in the stands. Restlessness settled within us, and the scorching sun turned the metal bleachers into a searing hotplate.

Finally, the long-awaited commencement ceremony kicked off, marking the grand finale of Becca and Dawn’s high school journey. The principal's opening remarks came through the speakers and echoed around the open space. The crowd instantly quieted. All eyes turned to the stage where Becca stood, her hair and tassel shifting in the breeze, patiently waiting for her cue, microphone in hand.

Hey, folks... or should I say, fellow graduates! Her vibrant tone commanded attention, and a ripple of excitement spread palpably through the audience. As Becca spoke, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, listening to her brilliant mind work its magic on stage. And something like… was it trepidation?

Her words painted a vivid picture of our shared journey through high school. She delved into the challenges we faced, her animated gestures emphasizing the highs and lows. Remember when surviving Mr. Chavis’s chemistry class was our biggest victory? She asked as laughter rippled through the crowd.

…and let's not forget the bonds we forged. Becca’s eyes scanned the faces in the audience. From the chaotic cafeteria conversations to those late-night study sessions, we became a family.

Her gaze turned skyward, as if envisioning the dreams she spoke of. Today, we stand on the brink of our futures, bound by the dreams that unite us. Let's face it together, conquer the unknown, and turn those dreams into reality.

The crowd erupted into cheers.

Carolyn leaned in close to me, her voice barely audible over the thunderous assembly. You okay? she whispered, her hazel eyes flickering with a mix of nostalgia and anticipation. You seem to be somewhere else.

I nodded. My heart fluttered with emotions that I couldn’t identify, and quite frankly, had never encountered. But Carolyn by my side, her hand intertwined with mine, brought a sense of comfort and hope. Still, I somehow felt disconnected. That'll be us next year, I said, trying to sound confident. I squeezed her hand, praying she wouldn't feel the sweat on my palm.

A gentle breeze whispered through the towering pines surrounding the field, offering some relief from the early summer heat. The scent of pine mingled with the distant aroma of freshly mowed grass, creating a perfume of Mother Nature's fragrances.

Lost in our little world, Carolyn and I exchanged stolen glances. Dreams passed silently between us and I suddenly felt a tremor of worry that shook me, like this was too good to be true, like it couldn’t last.

Meanwhile, Andy, always known for his outbursts, shattered the moment.

If you guys smell bacon, that's my ass burning, Andy’s mischievous grin and always slightly demented humor cut through the serious vibe and I erupted in laughter that broke me from my lopsided reverie. It spread like wildfire through our crew, but the nearby parents didn't quite share our enthusiasm.

Andy continued, raising his voice to spite them. So how much longer is Becca gonna yak? He asked. I might’ve pregamed a little too hard… Gotta hit the john, Jon!

Cool it, Andy, Carolyn responded, shaking her head. A smile still lingered on her face. You don’t want to get us kicked out already.

Andy's gray eyes fixed on the blazing sun above the bleachers. Sweat trickled down his sun-kissed temples, and he wiped it away with a swift motion of his sleeve. I'm just saying, I gotta piss and this graduation is about as thrilling as a trip to the dentist, he muttered. April's curly blonde locks bounced in the breeze as she playfully landed a punch on his arm. Her piercing gaze always cut through his act, and her smile reached ear to ear.

Ouch, what's the deal? Andy exclaimed, spinning around to face her.

Don't forget the effort Becca put into this gig, April teased him, a hint of amusement in her voice. Andy couldn't help but grin despite the pain. He dug the way she looked at him, with those sparkling eyes that could read him like a book.

Don't blame her for your burning butt; that's what you get for rocking shorts at a graduation, she playfully scolded. Andy chuckled, shaking his head.

You're right, babe, but I still need to use the bathroom. Remind me again why we’re outside?

It's tradition to hold graduation on the football field, man, I chimed in, trying to remedy the situation. I know it's long, but Becca rehearsed with me and Dawn all week. She's nearing the end, I reassured him, resting an arm around his shoulder. Just hold it, and try not to be a drag. Today’s their day, so we gotta be supportive.

Andy sighed, running his fingers through his shaggy blond hair. I know, I know. I'll try to be more enthusiastic, he said, glancing around the crowd. Speaking of, have you guys seen Roy or Shelly at all?

April shook her head, her voice coy. Nope, haven't seen them. Why, you think one of ‘em’s pretty? she grinned, fishing for a compliment.

Andy rolled his eyes, a faint blush creeping up his neck. Come on, April. You know I only have eyes for you.

I mean, right answer but– April stammered.

Beats me, Carolyn interjected with a shrug. I know Shelly's running late, and Roy's probably with her.

Well, we all know what that means, Andy said with a smirk as he and I elbowed each other.

Oh gross, would you two stop? April said, readjusting the baby blue ribbon in her hair. There's no way my sister’s fooling around with that spaz. Besides, she's too much of a prude for that sort of thing.

Carolyn leaned closer to April, whispering across me and Andy, You'd be surprised.

A mischievous smile played across April's face as she glanced at Carolyn. Really? You know something I don't?

Carolyn shrugged, her hazel eyes twinkling. Let's just say your sister has her surprises.

April and Shelly may have been twins, but when it came to Carolyn, she and Shelly had a bond like something else. Since meeting on the track team freshman year, the two of them were like two peas in a pod: incredibly loyal, and completely inseparable.

...And now, the time has come at last, for our next great adventure. Becca's voice boomed over the microphone, announcing with a flourish: It is with honor that I welcome to the world… The Piedmont High School graduating class of ‘79!

With those words, we leaped to our feet, unleashing raucous howls that could have woken the dead. The ensuing applause was a wild and thunderous outpouring of joy and triumph. Row after row of white and red-clad students streamed up to the stage to collect their hard-earned diplomas. As each name was called, the cheers grew louder, the clapping more frenzied, and it got to a point where I couldn’t tell if people were even applauding for the graduates, or simply because it was over.

All I knew for certain was I was about to say goodbye to two of my favorite people, and our crew would never be the same.

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As the ceremony came to a close, Carolyn, Andy, April and I reconvened by the phone booths in the parking lot, near the statue of John Smith.

John Smith had founded Piedmont way back in the late 1800s, and in this small town, he was the closest thing we had to a celebrity. But that day, Becca was the real star of the show.

After what seemed like an eternity, we stumbled upon her, chaperoning her younger siblings as they clambered all over the John Smith statue at the front of the school. The second my eyes locked onto Becca, my legs propelled me forward. A surge of excitement coursed through me and in an instant, I wrapped Becca in my arms like I was holding on for dear life.

And I was, but I didn’t know why.

Jonny! So, what'd you think?! Becca exclaimed, looking at me quizzically. I guess because I’d never behaved this way before. The hug felt like one of desperation rather than affection and I had an odd sense of despair.

A smile spread across my face, my heart suddenly lightening, as Andy jogged over to join us. He joyfully yanked the white cap off Becca’s ginger hair and plopped it on his head.

You were perfect on timing, Beck, Andy said, grinning from ear to ear.

Seriously, you did a fantastic job. I can't even begin to tell you how proud I am of you! I lamented. My tone seemed strange to my own ears, as though it was someone else’s voice I was hearing.

Carolyn and April had caught up by now.

I never thought this day would come, but God, where did all the time go? Becca said.

Shit, I chuckled. Feels like yesterday we were kids – you chasing down my neighborhood bullies with a bat… and now you’re a full-on graduate!

What can I say, be thankful you outgrew your stutter. She scoffed kiddingly. You’re practically my sixth sibling, Jon. I’d chase those assholes around all over again if I had to –

There you are, kid! Dawn's boisterous laughter suddenly filled the air. I've been searching everywhere for you guys; Jonathan, you clean up nicely in that suit! Almost didn’t recognize ya. Her straightened hair, a departure from her natural Afro, flowed elegantly around her face, perfectly framing her sepia-toned cheeks. Her graduation cap, perched like a halo atop her dark brown hair, added an extra touch of radiance to her already shining aura. The warmth of her presence seemed to separate the air around me, like a portal to another world where evil could not touch us, and where I would not feel - was it fear?

Dawn! What took you so long? Becca yelled, running towards her.

Dawn rushed to meet her embrace, panting slightly. Yeah, I'm sorry it took a decade to meet up with you guys; my dad was here, and you know he takes priority. He had a break from his patrol, and–.

Becca beamed at Dawn. Aw, it's great he could make it! Did he find a new deputy?

Before Dawn could answer, two figures came hurtling towards us, drawing everyone’s attention. It was Shelly and Roy, the last members of our gang, finally showing up.

The sight of those two together that day was something comical. The way Roy's towering figure contrasted sharply with Shelly's petite frame, was like looking at a bizarro version of Sonny and Cher. Not to mention Roy’s year-round pale skin, dark eyes, and jet-black hair were a stark opposite to Shelly’s warmer features.

Even their personalities were on different ends of the spectrum, with Roy’s entire being mimicking Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols. He was a rebellious, edgy, and iconoclastic dude, and by God he was one of my best friends. And Shelly brought something out of him I had only ever seen behind closed doors: his genuine, dorky, snort of a laugh. With Carolyn’s words playing over and over in my head, all I could think as I took in the view of them was, there’s no way they’re actually together… But damn, I hope they are.

Guys! Rebecca, how was your speech? Shelly exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. She ran over to Becca and Dawn with Roy trailing slightly behind her.

Sorry we’re late– Roy began, a gentle smirk flashing across his face as Dawn wrapped him in her arms.

Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't make it for your speech! You know how traffic can be! Shelly interjected, the sun glinting off her wire-framed glasses. Carolyn and April’s side eye could be felt from a mile away, but both remained silent.

Aw, I'm still glad you guys could be here! Becca exclaimed, enveloping Shelly in a tight embrace.

Everything was stellar; Becca’s speech was way better than anything I could ever do, Dawn added, her eyes flashing briefly to Becca before moving back to Roy. It’s just weird you can’t graduate with us!

Yeah, well, being held back a year beats expulsion, I guess. I’ll escape this place eventually, his voice was bittersweet. He tucked his hands into the front pockets of his black leather jacket.

Again, that feeling of dissonance came over me. I suddenly felt conflicted and anxious. I couldn’t put my finger on it. There was no menacing energy there — what I was feeling didn’t make any sense. I thought it might be as simple as losing two of my friends to the world at large. I hoped we’d keep in touch but something told me there would be a misstep – a distance that would grow between us.

I could sense Carolyn watching me. Lighten up, Jon, she whispered.

Huh, what… oh, yeah. Just feeling a little nostalgic I guess.

Just promise me you won’t get into any more fights while we’re gone? Dawn’s voice, betraying her sympathy toward Roy, broke the tension I was feeling. Gently, she rested her hand on Roy’s shoulder as a smile crept its way across his lips.

I… don’t think Jonny would let that happen. Ain’t that right Jon?

Becca’s voice snapped me back to reality. Damn straight, cuz I’ll drive down and kick both your asses! she chuckled. Anyway, I have something special I want to do! Becca’s eyes locked onto Dawn's as they shared an excited grin. My dad wanted me to have this for graduation. With a flourish, she produced a Polaroid camera from its brown leather case, and I suddenly felt a flicker of something I couldn’t explain – like a dream or a foreshadowing.

The eight of us would never be together again.

This is a moment I want to remember. Are you guys up for a picture?! Becca’s voice pierced the atmosphere.

Without hesitation, Hell yeah filled the air and we dashed up the marble steps of Piedmont High preparing for our close-up. Leaning together, our laughter and whispers intermingled as we eagerly embraced the moment.

Becca grabbed a lady from the crowd and showed her which button to press. Then she ran into the group and took her position.

Say cheese! the woman ordered.

We held our breath, our cheeks growing sore.

Click.

We waited eagerly for the few seconds it took for the film to roll out from the camera and develop. Andy, unable to contain his curiosity, snatched it up first.

God dammit, I blinked!

And in a flash, our lives changed forever.

CHAPTER TWO

MISSING

The days blurred by. Time, a former snail, was now a cheetah—swift and relentless. Our summer evaporated and we were suddenly forced back on the path toward our own future graduation day.

I had no idea where I would end up after high school. The University of Washington was the obvious choice for Dawn and Becca. Even Carolyn was considering it, but I knew my checkered past would be a strike against me. Too many visits to the principal's office had surely sealed my fate. But Carolyn, God bless her, pushed me to apply anyway. So I did. And I waited. And waited.

Meanwhile, as for the remainder of the Scooby Gang, we held tight together. We saw each other every day, still causing chaos and mayhem like always. But something had changed, something subtle. We were growing older, whether we wanted to or not.

The lunch bell rang through the dim and gloomy halls covered in drab gray and white checked linoleum. A cacophony of footsteps and chatter dressed in bell-bottom jeans, flowing Bohemian blouses, and leather jackets brushed past me as I made my way to the cafeteria. The only break in the monotony was the mural of the Pied Piper, our mascot, his face eerily distorted with an inscrutable smile, standing out like a lone specter on an otherwise dull wall. His eyes always seemed to follow you, and for a brief moment, I thought he looked right at me. A shiver ran through me and I quickly moved on.

I navigated my way to our usual table, like a moth to a flame. It was a silent testament to our rebellion – a graveyard of our sharpie-scrawled signatures that had,