It’s been 25 years to the day since my friend Baptiste disappeared. Not officially. The date in the police record says ‘September 14’ because his aunt didn’t report him missing until three days later. I was the last person to see him though. I know when and where he disappeared, and I told the cops, but they brushed me off. I was just making things up to protect my friends, they said, and that I had watched too many horror movies. Baptiste and I were thick as thieves ever since first grade. To most people, we must have been an odd pair. The shy, withdrawn kid with the thick Haitian accent our classmates often made fun of, to a point…

I’m not sure I’m allowed to post this here. If there’s a better place, please let me know. I really just want to figure out what happened, so I’m trying to share this on as many forums as possible. If anyone experienced something similar or knows somebody who has, please contact me. I’d be grateful for any information because I really think I’m going insane over this. I’m a pro wrestler. And yes, I know what people think: Wrestling is stupid and fake, and I should grow up and get a real job already. Heard it all before, don’t care. I’m not a big deal by any means. Unless you’re from the Huntsville area or attend smaller shows in Alabama…

This happened to me many years ago, but I just can’t get it out of my head. Maybe writing it down will help, so here it goes. My divorce had been finalized a few weeks before all of this happened. There were no hard feelings, no drama. To make a long story short, we had been one of those couples. Barely out of high school when we tied the knot, didn’t really know what to do with our lives, and once we figured that out, we realized our newfound directions didn’t align. We put it all on the table and agreed that it would be best to make a clean cut, move on, and not needlessly complicate things. My ex…

“What do you mean, ‘you’re almost there’?” Ralf’s voice was barely audible through the prattle of the nightly downpour. “Past the exit sign.” I leaned closer to the phone holder. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes. 30 at most.” I tried to come up with a quick estimate how long it would take to unload the hodgepodge of furniture and crates from the estate sale, but Ralf cut me off. “It’s Friday, Frank.” A pause, then: “We said Saturday.” Stumped, I just stared at the phone for a moment. “Seriously?” My schedule had been somewhat chaotic lately, and I was more annoyed than surprised that I had mixed things up. “Yes, seriously,” Ralf said through the rain and what sounded…

I consider myself a pretty average resident of Indianapolis, Indiana. I was born and raised here, went to school here, and I’m currently attending Martin University to earn my degree in Environmental Science. Just like my dad always wanted. I enjoy motorsports and home makeover shows, and I love me a good sugar cream pie. I’ve been called a ‘Midwestern stereotype’ more than once, but only by new acquaintances from uni. By people who don’t know I haven’t always been this way. Growing up, I was a weird kid. Not a wild kid, mind you. Quite the opposite. Parents, teachers, other kids – everyone agreed that I was laid back and easy to get along with. No tantrums, no ‘rebellious…

It’s been 25 years to the day since my friend Baptiste disappeared. Not officially. The date in the police record says ‘September 14’ because his aunt didn’t report him missing until three days later. I was the last person to see him though. I know when and where he disappeared, and I told the cops, but they brushed me off. I was just making things up to protect my friends, they said, and that I had watched too many horror movies. Baptiste and I were thick as thieves ever since first grade. To most people, we must have been an odd pair. The shy, withdrawn kid with the thick Haitian accent our classmates often made fun of, to a point…

I consider myself a pretty average resident of Indianapolis, Indiana. I was born and raised here, went to school here, and I’m currently attending Martin University to earn my degree in Environmental Science. Just like my dad always wanted. I enjoy motorsports and home makeover shows, and I love me a good sugar cream pie. I’ve been called a ‘Midwestern stereotype’ more than once, but only by new acquaintances from uni. By people who don’t know I haven’t always been this way. Growing up, I was a weird kid. Not a wild kid, mind you. Quite the opposite. Parents, teachers, other kids – everyone agreed that I was laid back and easy to get along with. No tantrums, no ‘rebellious…

“What do you mean, ‘you’re almost there’?” Ralf’s voice was barely audible through the prattle of the nightly downpour. “Past the exit sign.” I leaned closer to the phone holder. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes. 30 at most.” I tried to come up with a quick estimate how long it would take to unload the hodgepodge of furniture and crates from the estate sale, but Ralf cut me off. “It’s Friday, Frank.” A pause, then: “We said Saturday.” Stumped, I just stared at the phone for a moment. “Seriously?” My schedule had been somewhat chaotic lately, and I was more annoyed than surprised that I had mixed things up. “Yes, seriously,” Ralf said through the rain and what sounded…

I’m not sure I’m allowed to post this here. If there’s a better place, please let me know. I really just want to figure out what happened, so I’m trying to share this on as many forums as possible. If anyone experienced something similar or knows somebody who has, please contact me. I’d be grateful for any information because I really think I’m going insane over this. I’m a pro wrestler. And yes, I know what people think: Wrestling is stupid and fake, and I should grow up and get a real job already. Heard it all before, don’t care. I’m not a big deal by any means. Unless you’re from the Huntsville area or attend smaller shows in Alabama…

This happened to me many years ago, but I just can’t get it out of my head. Maybe writing it down will help, so here it goes. My divorce had been finalized a few weeks before all of this happened. There were no hard feelings, no drama. To make a long story short, we had been one of those couples. Barely out of high school when we tied the knot, didn’t really know what to do with our lives, and once we figured that out, we realized our newfound directions didn’t align. We put it all on the table and agreed that it would be best to make a clean cut, move on, and not needlessly complicate things. My ex…

This happened to me many years ago, but I just can’t get it out of my head. Maybe writing it down will help, so here it goes. My divorce had been finalized a few weeks before all of this happened. There were no hard feelings, no drama. To make a long story short, we had been one of those couples. Barely out of high school when we tied the knot, didn’t really know what to do with our lives, and once we figured that out, we realized our newfound directions didn’t align. We put it all on the table and agreed that it would be best to make a clean cut, move on, and not needlessly complicate things. My ex…

“What do you mean, ‘you’re almost there’?” Ralf’s voice was barely audible through the prattle of the nightly downpour. “Past the exit sign.” I leaned closer to the phone holder. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes. 30 at most.” I tried to come up with a quick estimate how long it would take to unload the hodgepodge of furniture and crates from the estate sale, but Ralf cut me off. “It’s Friday, Frank.” A pause, then: “We said Saturday.” Stumped, I just stared at the phone for a moment. “Seriously?” My schedule had been somewhat chaotic lately, and I was more annoyed than surprised that I had mixed things up. “Yes, seriously,” Ralf said through the rain and what sounded…

I’m not sure I’m allowed to post this here. If there’s a better place, please let me know. I really just want to figure out what happened, so I’m trying to share this on as many forums as possible. If anyone experienced something similar or knows somebody who has, please contact me. I’d be grateful for any information because I really think I’m going insane over this. I’m a pro wrestler. And yes, I know what people think: Wrestling is stupid and fake, and I should grow up and get a real job already. Heard it all before, don’t care. I’m not a big deal by any means. Unless you’re from the Huntsville area or attend smaller shows in Alabama…

It’s been 25 years to the day since my friend Baptiste disappeared. Not officially. The date in the police record says ‘September 14’ because his aunt didn’t report him missing until three days later. I was the last person to see him though. I know when and where he disappeared, and I told the cops, but they brushed me off. I was just making things up to protect my friends, they said, and that I had watched too many horror movies. Baptiste and I were thick as thieves ever since first grade. To most people, we must have been an odd pair. The shy, withdrawn kid with the thick Haitian accent our classmates often made fun of, to a point…

I consider myself a pretty average resident of Indianapolis, Indiana. I was born and raised here, went to school here, and I’m currently attending Martin University to earn my degree in Environmental Science. Just like my dad always wanted. I enjoy motorsports and home makeover shows, and I love me a good sugar cream pie. I’ve been called a ‘Midwestern stereotype’ more than once, but only by new acquaintances from uni. By people who don’t know I haven’t always been this way. Growing up, I was a weird kid. Not a wild kid, mind you. Quite the opposite. Parents, teachers, other kids – everyone agreed that I was laid back and easy to get along with. No tantrums, no ‘rebellious…