Seems like the kid from my dreams was probably kidnapped. We had a possible sighting of him, though. At Benny's Burgers, stealing food from the kitchen. Problem is, Benny killed himself. Which is...It doesn't sit well. Benny was a friend, and maybe we weren't super close or anything but it just feels...off.
Things like this don't happen in my town. Last kid went missing 60 years earlier. Last suicide was in the 60s. Now both have happened in the same week. Same day. It doesn't make sense. I have this feeling of foreboding. I woke up with it in the pit of my stomach, and I'm not sure what to do with that feeling now.