My daughter is five years old and the things you are about to read are the weirdest things she has ever done.
We were all at my mom's birthday party: me, my daughter, my wife, my brother, my father, my uncle and a lot of friends of us. I don't know for sure, but there were approximately twenty people at the party. Everyone was drinking, laughing and having a good time.
Except for my daughter, for what it seemed. Since we came to my mom's house, she hadn't spoken a word. Not even one word. I asked her what the problem was three times. Her response was "Everything's fine, daddy." every time. I told my mom and my wife that I thought she was sick. However, both of them said that she doesn't feel comfortable because there were so many people at the party. I agreed, since she was just a sweet and innocent five year old girl.
An idea came through my mind: since she already ate cake and didn't want to eat or drink anything, I gave her my phone and said:
"Sweetie, go to the bedroom and play Minecraft. Just don't play on your daddy's worlds, OK?"
Now, let me tell you that my daughter really likes Minecraft. Really, really likes Minecraft; just like I do.
So, one hour passes away and people start heading to their homes. Me and my wife are the last ones to stay to help my mom clean up the mess. We eventually say goodbye to her and prepare to leave. I call my daughter:
"Amanda, it's time to go."
No answer for thirty seconds or so.
"Sweetheart! It's time to go!"
At that point, I kinda freaked out. I enter the bedroom. She isn't there.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The phone is laying on the bed. I quickly take it to call her (she had a phone the whole time, but she just didn't have any games on it). But before I manage to call her, I see that Minecraft was still open, and there were two signs. The first one said "The girl at the window said you killed her." and the second one said "She needs help. Again." (note that she knew how to read, how to spell, and she knew some basic mathematics).
I was really freaking out. I had no idea what she meant by that. I go ahead and do what I wanted to from the beginning: to call her. Of course, no response. I call her four times, but she does not respond.
We call the police. My mom comes upstairs and asks what was going on. We tell her what happened. We give every single detail to the police. They say they will try their best help us.
At that point, our hearts shrank. Every second that passed meant a possibility of something happening to her.
I receive a text. It's from her.
"Daddy, help her, please."
I quickly show it to my wife.
"Sweetheart, are you alright? Where are you?", I text.
"She's not alright. She said I should tell you that she's in the house."
"Who is she? And if she's in the house, where are you?"
"She let me go. I'm in the backyard."
We rush to the backyard like there was a bacon giveaway. Our little girl. There she was. She looked almost as if nothing happened to her. We run to kiss her.
She comes into the house. We tell her we were very worried, ask her who the girl she was talking about was and what happened.
"She asked me to bring her here, so I was here the whole time, basically.", she said. "When we got here she whispered 'Thank you.' and disappeared."
"Who was she, Amanda?", my wife asked.
"I don't know. She never told me her name."
All of us heard a loud sound of a broken vase coming from the bedroom right before Amanda said the scariest thing I have ever heard.