text: It was a night just like every night in Lothny Creek. As the sun slowly but surely lost its battle with night over the farmer's fields with swaying crops, the vibrant town was swallowed into deep darkness. The moon shed light over the beautiful town. But just because it was dark did not mean there was nothing happening, the radio in the bedroom of Jim and Jill, 5th graders at the local school, played the stations jingle. The tacky brown and cream pattern on their walls felt inviting and homely to them, warming their spirits as they talked about supposed quiz the following day. The cashier at the local Store was just picking up her hoody and locking the dated-looking rusty doors while she pondered the meaning behind the glowing blue and red curved company logo, she decided she would ask her boss at some point. The janitor for the school slowly cleaned round the final messy classroom for the day, relieved he would soon be able to spend some well deserved time with his young grandchildren after he retired. He thought for a while and realized his grandkids might also turn out to be little monsters, like the kids at the school, this worried him for a small second before he got back to cleaning. A rebellious teen prepared to run away from his home as he packed his bags and thought about how his parents didn’t understand him. He was excited to be able to have a sense of freedom, even if people did miss him. He packed a half blue and half green t-shirt with some writing in the center as he thought over his plan. The crops continued to blow in the wind under the moonlight but the silence had increased and started move and flow, the silence soared over the town and penetrated the buildings. In Jim and Jill’s room, their radio had stopped functioning normally and produced no sound, but in fact, there was nobody around to notice it because Jim and Jill’s bed had clothes in it and a crumpled duvet, but no children. The brown and cream walls suddenly looked more intimidating. The local store’s lights stayed on with a key sticking out of one of the dated looking, rusty doors and the logo of the store glowing blue and red into the darkness outside. On the ground, there was a hoody beside a pile of clothes. In the school, there was a bottle of wood cleaner lying directly on top of a student's desk and a moving storage tray rack filled with rubbish blocked the entrance. In one house there was a suitcase filled with clothes, a blue and green t-shirt left hanging out of the case, looking forgotten. Authorities still don’t know what happened, nor will anyone because the government decided to keep the incident out of the public eye to avoid more criticism. Nobody will ever fully understand or comprehend the great disappearance of Lothny Creek.