The small side-street in Ocean City Maryland was home to 12 people. Now 9. Soon 8. 7. 6. |
Ocean City, as its name references, is located by the Atlantic Ocean. Thus, the boardwalks are a good tourist trap, being lined wih miles of hotels, shops and restaurants. It's how the locals make a living. But that's not the part of Ocean City his story is about, for there are a couple areas in this town that don't cross the ocean, mostly on the way to the other towns of Maryland. North of Jolly Roger Amusmant Park, past 57th, 58th and 59th street, if one were to find it, there's a small side-street, not quite wide enough to fit a car. Only by law is it a street, otherwise it would just be a trail in the sand. The "street" goes about four miles deep before reaching a small section of cobblestone houses where very few people live. About a month ago, this street, known as "Correlation Street", would've counted twelve habitants. Now, it's home to only nine. People didn't move out, their things were still in their houses when they disapeared. Both homes where these people lived are still recaving their mail, which has now culminated into two piles. One on the Johnson's (the first missing couple) porch, and the other in Jeremy Carvor's sock drawer. The street's habitants are perplexed about these disapearances, the only way to find why these poeple are missing is to gather up the information about them. Which is just what Jeremy did. First, there was Rachel and Paul Johnson, an old couple that lived in the first house to the right of the street. On June seventh, three days worth of mail was on their porch. Now, there's four weeks worth. The last anybody saw of them, they were going for a walk to the market, down the street, so it's about five miles away. They never came back. Reports from the town say that they were never there in the first place. Second; and to Jeremy, more importantly; was Kim Moore, daughter of Carl Moore (first house to the left), who disapeared two week after the Johnsons. Though she hadn't gone to the market like the Johnsons, she still disapeared while walking down Correlation Street to get to the town. She was headed for a party, which Jeremy was attending. When she wasn't there by ten at night, Jeremy went to her house to find her. He found only her father, who became worried when he heard that she wasn't with Jeremy. Carl waited two weeks for her to get home, every day growing more tired and worried for his daughter, his stubble becoming a beard and the lines under his eyes becoming purple bags that distanced people's view of his bloodshot eyes, dried from looking out his living room window for his beloved daughter, bottle in one hand and cigarette in the other, both wih him to numb the pain. This morning, Carl went out to town for the first time in two weeks. He's been out for at least seven hours, and something is giving Jeremy the assumption that he shouldn't even bother waiting for the middle-aged man to come back, because he won't. Correlation street is home to eight people and only eight people. Soon seven, maybe six. Counting down to one, the last house to the left of the street: Jeremy's house. |