Miss Ellen is missing. I went to her house this morning and knocked. No one answered. I knew I should've done it a few days ago when I heard her dog outside my garage. I can't help but think it's somewhat my fault. When she didn't answer, I went around back and that's when I saw it. Her back door was busted in. The house was a disaster. Things were strewn everywhere. That wasn't the worst of it either. Her dog was dead on her bedroom floor. I don't know who or what killed it, but it broke my heart. And there was no sign of poor Miss Ellen. Where she went or who took her is anyone's guess. I got Tom, my other neighbor, and we buried her dog in the backyard, and then the rest of the neighborhood went search for Miss Ellen in the woods behind our house. We searched until nightfall. Not a sign. Ruth, the lady across the street, drove to the sheriff's office. It was empty. And with the phones not working, we can't call anyone. I guess we'll search again tomorrow. I can't help but think that if we do find Miss Ellen, we won't find all of her.