The bell of the ice-cream man was heard in the village square and all the children ran to get fresh ice cream. Every morning he was starting from his house and end up at the beach, by passing from the main road about five kilometers with just one stop, at the village square. Before the return to his base, he was passing inside the forest for some rest. He had the monopoly on selling ice cream and his bell defined the beginning of Summer!
Erica and Martine were for first time in this village in Greece. Their parents had bought a new trailer and had chosen to make the round of Peloponnese. They were parked behind a dune, and when the beach was getting empty, they had all the beauty of nature for themselves. Soothing holidays under the sun and the blue sky. The children were raning to the sea and swaming until their mother called them for dinner. Today when mother called them only Martine returned.
Little Erica had disappeared.
Like the land had swallowed her. The whole village was contacted to find her but nothing. Five minutes are enough for a child to disappear.
Forgotten by the time, the multicolor Volkswagen Camper Van was one with nature. The tree that grew beside it had spread its branches and from the broken windows embraced it like wanted to swallow it. The leaves had covered the frames and the ceiling, making that image spectacle and unique. Noboby knew how and why it was there.
The school trip started as it had been planned. The purpose was to harvest garbage from the beach before summer comes and then a beautiful picnic that delineated the beginning of the spring. Children from 8 to 10 runed to the beach. After hard work, all the garbage were in big black bags up to a truck. Happiness and laughter flooded nature, making the birds sing louder. When the excursion was over, all the children were leaning forward in front of the bus to be counted. All except the eleven-year-old Eleni.
They looked everywere... but nothing.
Naya is lay down in the warm sand. With the feet and hands draw angels like she did in the snow at her country. She felt so beautifully and wondered why they were named this Greek place as a cursed.
Abbott, her great German shepherd who had grown up with her, dipped in the sea. He was coming out,and with his nose pusing Naya to follow him. She was laughing and saying nope. Then Abbott was shaking the tail happy, running and getting into the sea. And he was doing that again and again from the beginning. A strange crash from the forest drew his attention and ran towards that. Naya stood up and followed him until she lost his traces and barking. She knew that it was forbidden to be in the forest but something dragged her. A thin voice urged her until she found herself in a dim light in front of a strange van. What a beautiful view. She stood there and watched until she felt a hit back to her cap and lost her senses.
When she opened her eyes, darkness was in front of her. She was lying down in the wet soil and she didn't felt her body. She was still in the forest. Tried to sit but the pain encircled her. Clothes like rags betrayal that someone had raped her. From the head blood come out,human bones and skulls was all around her.
She cried out with bruises and began to screaming for help ...
Abbott, who earlier had a crazy hunt with a fox, returned cheerfully to the pavilion late at afternoon. Nayias parents looked with fear the linely Abbott. He smelled that, dangled the tail and went to find her around the vehicle. Where is Naya? asked mother, and Abbott with a jump got lost in the forest.
A few hours later, his loud barking inside the forest made birds and bats to risen from their nests. Naya listened him and began to scream loud her pets name.He identified her. He get into the rusty van and stood in the middle of the car. A metallic, well-sealed door in the middle held Nayia hostage. Abbott went round and round the van but could not find entry. He dug the earth but nothing. He stepped back and tried with his front legs to dig the metal hatcher. In vain.
Abbott runed back to his owners.
Menelaos, since weather was hot enough, decided to work. When he finished his usual course, he passed his own alley and reached into his glade at the forest. Rubbed his hands like a maniac. Two days had passed since his last grapping, and logically his victim will be almost dead. The way he liked his victims. The demon inside him had woken thirst for blood. Years ago he got inside Menelaos when he gave ice-cream to young Erica. Since then he wanted more and more....
He went inside his old Volkswagen Camper Van with eyes on fire. When he stood up to the metal sealed door a stict voice wad heard
"Surrender your self you are surrounded."
