The following week, I help the man, (Now calls himself The Puppeteer), find other puppets, but we can never get them, either the person never goes to the expected place, or other Puppeteers find the puppets. I wanted to go home, my parents were probably worried sick, but he barely let me off my strings, I barely get any sleep at night, always wondering about my parents, and if I will ever see them again.I always tried to communicate to just about anyone who could help me, but The Puppet Master cut off all communication.
Sunday: 10:30 P.M.
I break the glass to a Samsung store, then I take the phone, and try to walk out, "FREEZE!", I hear a man yell. I turn around, hands in the air, "You're comin' with us." a police officer says. And everything goes dark.
