Three months ago, I came home from work and Sarah wasn't there. No phone calls, no texts, no notes, nothing. Just a snow globe on floor in the kitchen, laying on its side.

I looked at it, and it was pretty clearly Sarah walking through the invisible wind just like the child I described previously. It's down on the shelf now, but while I was waiting for Sarah to turn up at home, I watched the globe.

I was mislead by the tv shows. You can report someone missing before 24 hours have passed. But I didn't report her missing because she turned up before the 24 hours were up.

The front door opened as I sat on the living room couch, watching the snow globe figure. Sarah poked her head through the front door, and I jumped to my feet. She entered warily, and looking back now, she was eyeing the snow globe on the couch.

I asked where she'd been and what she'd been doing, but she didn't speak. She just walked past me towards the globe. The backpack I hadn't noticed before was lowered into her hand and she unzipped it.

When she picked up the globe, intending to put it into the bag, I grabbed her backpack. I didn't get it away from her, but it tipped over and seven globes rolled out. Each of them had people.

That's when it really clicked that something was wrong with Sarah. She turned on me angrily, only it wasn't Sarah anymore. It changed in the blink of an eye, I didn't even notice the change until the man was grabbing my neck and shaking me. I punched him in the side, and he flinched.

Tripping over globes, I scampered out of the way while he ignored me and picked up the globes quickly. I pushed him over, and he rolled onto the carpet. I knew the globes were important now, so I grabbed one in each hand and ran for my bedroom. If I could lure him up there, I could use the taser in my nightstand.

It worked, and it chased me up the stairs once it saw what I was carrying. It was hot on my heels as I got to the top and threw one of the globes at it. He caught the globe in one hand, and I felt myself go pale at his reflexes.

Quickly, I raced into my room, slammed the bedroom door, and flicked the handle locked. It was jiggling the handle only seconds later. I snatched my taser from the bedside table and tried to breathe. The snow globe was placed in the drawer and shut.

Going to the door, I readied myself and unlocked the handle. The man was through the door immediately, and I pressed the taser to his side. He immediately stiffened and then dropped to the floor as the spasms kicked in.

I pulled my belt off and restrained his wrists. My closet provided some of Sarah's scarves that I also added to his wrist restraints and tied his ankles together loosely. I tied them loose enough so he could walk, but not run.

When his spasms had calmed, I demanded that he stand up, and pulled his arm to make him stand. He complied, eyeing the taser. I brought him downstairs and cleaned the globes up in front of him, stuffing them into the backpack. Then, I tied him to a chair in the dining room and tried to get some answers.

No threat worked but the taser. He resisted being cut, punched, kicked, or yelled at. But the threat of the taser made him flinch. Regardless, he didn't speak. He didn't tell me where Sarah was, why he looked like Sarah, what the globes were, or why Sarah was inside of one. Even when I tased him in the chair, he didn't say a word. Just screamed.

I moved him to the basement after the second scream. I have neighbors, and I know the basement is a good sound buffer. Once he was secured to a chair down there, and the chair was tied to the stairs, I kept trying to make him answer. Nothing.

I went upstairs to take a break just as the sun was setting.

And then he started screaming.

I came down to him thrashing and wailing against his bonds. Every vein in his body was popping out, and his eyes were wild and frenzied. I just ran right back upstairs because it filled me with the most intense fear I've ever felt in my entire life. Being upstairs muffled the screams, but didn't make them stop.

So I left the house and went to the hardware store. The sounds were swallowed up by the house, and you couldn't hear it outside. That gave me the confidence to leave.

I knew that it wasn't human and that I was going to have to lock it up until I could figure it out. So I bought nails, plywood, and a second door with a deadbolt and lockable handle. When I got home, it was still freaking out, but restrained. I boarded up the downstairs windows with an excessive amount of nails, and installed the second door where the security door is now.

I tried to make it talk or shut up or anything, but it just kept wailing and screaming and pounding its feet on the floor.

I locked it in the basement, still restrained, and went to sleep.

In the morning, it was quiet and unmoving. I thought it was dead until it swiveled it's dark eyes to watch me in sullen silence. I tried to get answers again with my newly charged taser, but nothing worked again. I fed it a little, but left it alone during the day. I called in sick to work and just stayed at the house, trying to search online for anything. I had no idea what to search for though.

When I went downstairs, it was free from the chair. It had its back against the far wall and watched me as I descended. It was a woman this time, which startled me. I berated myself mentally for not checking its restraints, but it hadn't escaped the basement. Then I saw the hole in one of the plywood sheets over the window. It had punched a hole straight through both the plywood and the glass.

That incident made me step up my security. It was one event after another.

I replaced all the plywood with steel plates that were screwed in. It used its fingernails to unscrew them and almost finished.

I welded all the plates to a steel frame that fit in the window sill. It started punching holes in the new door I'd bought.

I installed the security door with only two locks. I found it pressing a sliver of wood into the crack of the door to push the deadbolts back. It had unlocked two out of three by the time I found it.

Then I started filling in windows with cement, installed more locks, and made one of the locks have a key on both sides. Then its attempts to escape ceased, and it just stared at me whenever I came down to ask for answers. Every day I came down, it would make its hands into a sphere and hold it out to me. I knew what that meant.

Give me my globes. Give me my snow globes.

The scariest part was the snow globes. I had put them in a closet upstairs after inspecting them for a month but to no avail. All the security measures were in place, and it hadn't tried to escape in days. Every night, it would scream, cry, bang, hit, and screech.

And then, one day, I went down to bring it food.

And there they were, all arranged and perfectly spaced on the shelf. It stood in the corner when I came down and watched me. I threatened it with my taser as I went forward to grab them, but it ran at me and shoved me into the wall. I held the button on the taser, ready to make contact when it got too close, but it stayed back and watched me. Each time I moved towards the globes, it rushed me and halted before it got to arm's length. Then it would retreat and watch me again.

I left the globes alone after that.

I checked, and the globes were gone from the closet, the backpack left behind.

Even the one in my nightstand was gone. It hadn't seen me put it there.

The most worrying part was how it got out to retrieve the globes. And, if it was able to get them, why didn't it leave?

I still have no idea.

My only plan now is to wait for it. If the snow globes are that important, it will come back for them.

I've gathered all but one and I plan to bury them in the basement before covering it with concrete tonight. The one I have left I plan to mail to a P.O. box I've bought online in another state. I'm keeping it because I don't want to bury the one Sarah is in.

I'll be buying a few guns, and when it comes back, I'll be as ready as I can.

If I can shoot it, that is.

If I have the guts.