13-year-old girl named Amber went missing and her mother was left in devastation.

The police helped as much as they could, and they really did their part, but their efforts seemed futile.

Every knock on the door, every phone call brought new hope, but days went by and there was no trace of Amber.

She wasn’t the type to run away, which sadly meant that something happened to her.

The people around Amber’s mum tried to be as sympathetic as possible,

but their shrugs and words of consolation did nothing to ease her pain.

One evening, while starring at the horizon and wondering where her girl might be, Amber’s mom noticed a

homeless woman carrying a backpack which resembled that of Amber. She rushed towards the woman

and asked her to see it, but she wouldn’t let go of it. Amber’s mom recognized the unicorn

patch she had sewn on the backpack and begged the woman to tell her where she had found it.

After hesitating for a while, the woman said she had found the backpack inside a dumpster.

Amber’s mom then offered her money for it, and the woman agreed to sell it.

Sadly, the backpack was empty. Was this yet another helpless clue?

As she searched it thoroughly over and over again, Amber’s mom noticed a tiny piece of paper

with the words “Green House” written on it.

There was a green house in the neighborhood known for its peeling green paint and overgrown yard.

It looked as it was abandoned, but there was a woman living there. Or at least the neighbors said so although Amber’s mom has never seen her.

The mom rushed to her car, adrenaline surging through her veins.

The road to the Green House seemed like an eternity. A million thoughts ran through Amber’s mom’s mind.

Was her daughter really there, if yes, how did she end up at such a place?

The Green House stood ominously against the dusk, its dark shape stark against the sky.

The mom abandoned her car and hurried toward the building. The stillness of the air was pierced only by the sound of her hurried steps.